Someone 'pranked' me today by pulling off my scarf and then making it worse by making snarky comments about my scar, implying I cut myself for attention. I recognized him; he's my my psych class. He should know that's not funny. I should have said something like I'd kick his ass if his head wasn't in the way. But I didn't. I just took my scarf back and ran away. At least I can do that here. I don't know if my dream self will ever get away from the staring and the questions. There's a reporter than even comes into the hospital. Dream me might let her write a book, she thinks the book will help people understand her point of view. At least that's what dream me wanted when I was having newer dreams. They've been repeating lately, of the day I got that scar. Maybe that's why the 'prank' bothered me so much.
I want this day to be over already but I sure as hell don't want to go to sleep.