I hate them. I hate them with every single cell in my body. I hate them to death. I hate them when they're exaggerated, when they make no sense.... but I especially hate them when I know what they're about and they're based on the stupid truths of my life. They're stupid.
Aren't dreams supposed to be a fkn escape from the torment of reality? But noo......mine obviously aren't, they suck. They're a damn repeat except worse. They take my fears, doubts, frustrations, and jealousies, and turn them into a dream where I have to re-live these things that I wish I could escape from.
Stupid. So now my whole day is ruined. My whole mood is ruined. And then I'll have to again face whatever it is that bothering me and then be reminded of that damn dream that I just had.
Sometimes, I truly wish it was that easy and that my feelings could be expressed without hurting someone else' 'cause then maybe I would and maybe these dreams would go away.
All I know is I'm hurting terribly and it's not getting better anytime soon.
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