i hate dreams.
i hate that you have no control over them.
i went to bed relatively okay and now i am crying.
nobody invited you.
s t a y a w a y f r o m m e .
damn this.
what is the worst is that i didn't do anything
and if i did, i'd be sorry, and even now i am sorry but i really didn't do anything
and i want it to stop.
far too long of clinging for dear life.
and i know this and want to stop and i can't can't can't let go.
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