I could live in my dreams forever. I dream of so many beautiful things. It’s the same world, same locations, but everything is so different. I feel really happy in there. I’m free in there. I do so many things I can’t in this awful reality.
I wonder if death is like a dream. I hope so.
20 days have passed and I still can’t forget her.
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The worst feeling is waking up, having a nice dream, warm and comfy, and then reality bites again… We don’t know we’re sleeping and we don’t know we’re dreaming, so suicide should be easy, a nice eternal sleep, but it’s that damned survival instinct again and the human emotion of fear.