Sep 19, 2009 09:48
It's tragic how a fucking dream can be pure bliss when you are asleep and then you wake up and realize it's not real... all of a sudden it's a fucking nightmare.
Her hair was different, dyed reddish and curly and for some reason she had braces. I started working at the cemetery again just to see her (which is frequently in dreams)
On the conscious level I am cool now, sort of, I go day to day and am fine, but apparently subconsciously i haven't recuperated. Fuck me... I'm starting to believe I never really will.
If whoever may be reading this is the type to worry don't, I'm ok I just needed to get these thoughts out.
fucking bah