burning bridges.

Last night I had a dream that the Narrows bridge was burning down and I was somehow responsible. In my dream, the bridge was oddly located in downtown Tacoma where the closed down 11th street bridge is. I woke up at 2:00 pm curled up in a tiny ball laying on top of three cell phones and my pants were off. I don't know. Last night was... an adventure. A personal one. It wasn't a crazy night full of crazy events but I did what I wanted and didn't care about how it made anyone but me feel. Never held back. I haven't done that in a long time. I am constantly living for the satisfaction of others around me but that is going to change. I will no longer be a doormat. Shout out to Josh Walker.