"He loves your daughter but he's too shy to admit it. Tomorrow, we'll be at your home to ask for her hand in marriage."

So went the beautiful dream I had. Then I woke up and remembered the theory that dreams are opposite indications of the reality. So does that mean I don't have a future with K (not that there was even a slightest indication that there was a future with him before, by the way)?

On a different note, I'm having a bad case of writer's block. I haven't had anything to write about lately and I've lost all interest in journaling. I hope this is temporary.

I'm depraved. I'm moody. I'm inspiration-less. This entry is senseless.

All hail PMS.