i really do hate my subconscious. she’s a bitch who knows it all, and sees it all, and understands it all.
more than I ever will, naturally.
sometimes, i like to think i ignore her. other times, i haven’t a clue what she knows that i don’t.
until she sneaks up in a dream or produces a visceral reaction then the thing i thought i didn’t care about or convinced myself that i didn’t comes to bite me in the ass.
