This days I've been finding it difficult to sleep and when I eventually do, I see my self in a time when things were much more simpler, acceptable and pure.
Some of my dreams are memories of my childhood. Some are simply conjured alternate realities my mind strongly want to believe in but whenever I woke up, the reality of the whole situation mocks me to my face.
Today just like every other day woke up to the sound of my annoying alarm. I was frustrated and yet grateful that it did wake me up.
Again, I I had just woken up from yet another dream and I have come to a conclusion that this wouldn't be the last time either. I was a mess. I told dad that I came here to get the best education but in all honesty, I wanted to run away from him. From this feeling that creeps up on me at cruci
