Whatever that means

I just had a dream where I was in a mossy forest. Someone else was with me. Jonah showed up. There was a black and white wolf on the other side of a fence by an old log house. A creek ran through the property. We all went to the creek and collected a piece of honeycomb. We fed it to the wolf, who approached us causiously. 

Whatever that means.

Damaged Goods

I'm not as kind as others believe I am.

I'm not as sympathetic as I may seem.

And, lately, I don't try to seem either of these things.

I'm bitter and hardened and I'm okay with it.

David made the comment that most people come as damaged goods. He thinks that's sad. I think that's life.

I'm tired of wondering why I'm here.