Nightmares.

I still wake up from nightmares that show me just how wrong everything is. You're there one moment and then you're gone, uninterested in having me anywhere near you. It's scary how this never fails to painfully wake me up from sleep.

It's all just too sad.

I just dreamt I was having fun, got excited about a thing I am passionate about, wanted to share it with you. You let me... telling me about how this time I get with you is limited to very few days left after all...

Well fuck you, dream.

I'd give anything to get even a single fucking day to share with you.

I hate how this ruins my joy for all things that once made life worth living.