This is bull. I'm so mad and angry right now. I feel helpless and hopeless. I hate feeling like this. I used to be so happy and full of love when I was younger. I need to stop stressing out and trust that everything will be okay. It's so difficult though, when every time I turn around, something else falls apart.
"Sweet dreams are made of this, Who am I to disagree? Travel the world and the seven seas, Everybody's looking for something. Some of them want to use you, some of them want to get used by you. Some of them want to abuse you, Some of them want to be abused."- Sweet dreams, Eurythmics
My dreams are sweet no longer. They're treacherous nightmares in which I'm trapped by my own unconscious mind.
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