I already have a dream log but I want to write about conscious thought rather than unconscious. So to begin, it seems like I've always been a philosophical person. Always wanting to sum up the morals of life into poetic phrases. I don't know why; I suppose it makes things easier. I'm also claustrophilic because small spaces ,groundlessly, ensure safety in my mind. Only in times of stress do I realize how lovely it would be to get the rubber room and to be secluded from the impudence of humanity. I have a knack for failure and the only thing I seem to be usefully good at is lying. I've lied about lying once, but it's not always the dictionary “telling of false statements”, No-it's more in behavior, in hinting or implying false ideas. That way, I didn't technically tell a lie.