Ramblings
So lately I've been having dreams about my childhood that won't go away. I hate it. I've put all of that behind me and it makes me angry that it's resurfacing now of all times. Some tell me it's stress, and some tell me that I'm just not over it. I really do think I'm over it but everytime I look back I keep thinking about things I could have done to change it. I was too frightened then and I tell myself I love my life the way it is but I'm sure if I'd have said something on a particular night then everything would have been different.