Sweet Nightmares.

What the fuck is wrong with me? What happened to moving on? To get a life? To stop being emo? I hate dreams. Actually, they aren't EVEN dreams. They're god damn nightmares that need to be erased. They hurt so much because they feel so real and when I wake up, I then only realize that it was just another nightmare.

I wish they invented something to brainwash you...or just delete something from your memory, like tearing a piece of paper out of the book. You just continue reading without knowing what happened. It's even worse for it robs me from my sleep, from my happiness and from moving on.

So basically, fuck my dreams.