exile
I wake up an hour earlier than I'm supposed to from a terrible dream, except that nothing is really so terrible about it. It's just, JUST like real life except none of the hurt is veiled. Why do I even care? Will it ever stop? I want so badly now to be angry like I never was. I'm waiting for that numbness I think will never come. Go away-- just let me sleep in peace. Go away, farther than an ocean away. Go away, farther than where I cannot reach you. Go away. Get out of my head.

I want to hate you.



Addendum: This post was written in the moments after I woke up from said dream before I went back to sleep for 45 minutes. In a way, it was actually good to get such a dream out of my system. I just hope it doesn't become re-occurring. Sorry for the drama. I feel better now.