Every morning I wake up and I have the exact same feeling of panic and confusion.
What the fuck happened? Why do I feel so shitty?
And then I remember why.
Last night I had a dream. You were standing behind me, with your arms around my waist. Your cheek against my face, holding me super tight. We were looking out the window and it was a beautiful, sunny day. We just stood there like that for what seemed like forever, and I felt so safe and so happy and so loved.
Just like I did whenever I was with you.
I woke up, and for just a few minutes I felt good. Really, really good.
And then I remembered.
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Aww, Leesy, I wish I could give you a huge hug right now.
Time will pass. And so to, will this.
All the best.
I'm sorry, Cheese.
*hugs*
Elise, I'm so sorry :(
:(
I hate these dreams, they are the sole reason I am on anti-depressants when I was sure I would never be!
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that is an absolute cunt of a moment. one i'm far too familiar with. my old band had this song that started with a line:
from the moment i wake / it's a 30 second break / until i remember / the latest development
i. hate. memory.
Cunt of a moment, indeed.
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