Now, I feel that a case can be made for it being MORE sketchy NOT to tell a good friend he's been popping up in your recurring dream than it is to tell him. Seriously.
Sometimes I worry: I tend to attribute it all to my unique brand of awkward, but maybe I'm actually That Sketchy Girl.
It's snowing. I want to dance in it and swing on the swings and take ironic photographs full of glitter and wonder.