eyelids heavy, but don't want to dream.
sleep is an escape. it is a comfort. it is the best things in the world to be doing with someone, you sleep with your parents as a baby, with your girlfriends during sleepovers, and the love of your life.
dreams are always portrayed to be pleasant. "good night, and sweet dreams."
nightmares occur more than the sweet dreams. to me, at least. they remind you of memories you'd rather forget, give you hope for the wrong things, make you fall for people you've never met.
sigh. this life... truly is nothing but a game.
i give up. this sucks.
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