[MiuMiu]

Well I dreamt about this really bad ex-firend of mine.
We were forced to be on some sort of art team together.
I was cying into a pillow,

and then we were side by side nelt down on the ground, with two big blue bags open infront of us. We were in the dirt like.
We had to pack for the team because it was for some competition far away,
So we were both digging our hands deep into the soil and putting it in our bags.

Weird.
But I woke up and found it strangely metaphorical for our relationship.
Because it as like the two f us kept on bringing up **** on each other to prevent a friendship.

But still.
Weird.