My Dreams Are Out To Get Me...

So, I have a newfound reason to be an insomniac (not that I needed a reason to be before)... My dreams are set on making me hate myself.

Which I guess is not that bad, cos it's taking up all my energy, and i don't have time to hate anyone else... Or feel anything else, for that matter, although that may be a side effect of the "trying-not-to-be-overly-emotional-about-being-erased" thing...

In one night I dreamed that we were moving Amma and Papa back into town, and they were going to live with Steph. At the same time, I knew that it was the middle of summer, and that I had enrolled in summer school, but for the past half-week or so, hadn't been attending, and felt incredibly guilty about it.

Another night, I don't remember what was happening, but there were many people who were pointing out to me (as if I hadn't noticed) all the things I most avidly dislike about myself. They're not huge things, but everyone has her insecurities.

Then there was the one wherein She and I were closer than ever, and almost inseparable. That was the worst of all.


Even in spite of all this, however, I find myself sleeping for unreasonably numerous hours... The normal seven/eight hours has been elongated to ten, twelve, even fourteen hours of repose. Simply because I don't want to get up.

I don't really know what this is about... but it's starting to frighten me.