Fear is believing in things you don't want to happen. - Diane LesBecquets
So I had this dream last night. About Him. I hate it. I hate it, so much. Why in the fuck does he have to pop up and destroy my life again, but without even being here to do it. I haven't thought about him in forever. I have spoken to him in years. Why, I hate him, I have every right to hate him. So why do I have to dream about saving him, I don't need to save him. I need to save myself. Not him. It's bad enough that all I do is cry, why do I have to see him crying when I close my eyes. This has nothing to do with him. Nothing.