I’m really terrified of nightmares.
Whenever I wake up from a nightmare, I’ll be so scared. And I’ll wish I could run to someone who will hug me and tell me everything’s alright.
I used to do it to my mom, but it’s weird to do it now. I’ll have to wake both my mom and my dad.
I had 2 nightmares last night. And I got mad after the second one because I felt so alone.
Nobody’s fault, really.
I was just mad, and sad, and scared.
I hate nightmares.
And I fucking hate butterflies.
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