Today I couldn't keep still, I wanted to shout out at everyone that came in my way, I was being impulsive but no one was understanding my distress, not even me! I knew what I was upset about but I didn't know what to do about it, or how to process it into words and shout out to the person who was behind all this. I wanted to throw a tantrum and be rude to everyone that walked past me, even the strangers on the street.
I know I didn't have a nightmare, but it almost felt like I did, like someone entered my mind and stole that nightmare, converted it into a film and just to take revenge from me played that film when I was asleep. I jolted up from the sleep, my fingertips ran across my forehead I was sweating profusely….suddenly the comforter on my legs didn't feel that nice. It was just fiv
