When will I ever stop getting them? I wake up crying, most of the days. I am sick of crying for every damn thing. There are people who can’t shed even a single drop of tear, even when it’s needed. And then there’s me, tell me something bad, I can cry, tell me something sweet, I can still cry.

As if my upside down life wasn’t enough, that I get these nightmares too. I mean I love my sleep. And these nightmares even ruin the one thing that could give me peace.

But when I think the other way round, it’s actually me who is a nightmare. A nightmare dressed like a daydream.


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