Akira
I wake up with a pounding head, like hung over, the fact that I've never touched any alcohol other than wine before, let alone getting drunk, doesn't make me feel any good. With a sigh I get up and look myself in mirror and cringe at the sight, my eyes are puffy, clearly anyone could tell I've been crying. Thank god it's Saturday today, which means no class, but I still have to look for jobs today. Hopefully I'd get one too.
I vaguely remember the dream I saw last night. It was more like memory than a dream. It's very rare for me to see that kind of dream. It only happens when I'm emotionally overwhelmed. I guess yesterday was kind of a bad day for me. I tipsily remember Sydney knocking my door, asking about my first day but I was so drained physically and emotionally I didn't answ
