i just woke with a start. i love dreaming, but i hate some dreams... it's not even the violent ones that i dislike, those have their own twisted beauty. the memory ones are what i hate. the ones that give way to brief self-reflection of actual events, how i should have handled them, how i let it go wrong. these ones are too judgmental, too plain and harsh. my conscience spitting poison.
i'm a little dizzy now...my heart is racing. no one is on to talk to, to pet my cheek and say "there there". but how selfish of me, they are all sleeping. sleep well my dears. *kisses each and every forehead* i'm going to go read. i don't want to sleep any more. i feel that i may cry. i hope the day improves.
Mood:shaky
Music:late-night cars and garbage trucks
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