i had the worst dream ever. recently i only ever seem to be having nightmares and they’re so realistic that i wake up and think they actually happened. like with this one i woke up crying and shaking and had to text alex asking him loadsa shit just to make sure it wasn’t real. i hate this so much, just wanna have a nice dream please
why do i do this to myself? i think the tiniest bit about something and then it’s on my mind for ages and i go way too into it and think about it way more than necessary and then that leads to another subject and then eventually i’m thinking about all sorts of shit that isn’t even related to the original topic. this goes on for a couple days till i do something so fucking stupid that i explode. like i just did. i just yelled at my whole family for no reason, stormed upstairs into my room and now i’m sat here crying and wanting to trash the place.
i hate my life and how it’s going. i hate my moods and how they fuck everything up. i hate this shit city and the shit people in it.
give me a new life please. i beg.