Undone

I’m juvenile when I’m ill, or upset.

I had a bad dream yesterday morning. It shook me pretty bad. I had a panic attack and the things I could usually handle, I couldn’t anymore. (like going out in public…) I have this fear of people. Now I know the general populous isn’t out to get me, but when i’m in panic attack mode, they are. Every last one person who isn’t in my little circle (Scott, Family, and a few friends) are out to get me. I was in the fetal position on my recliner in my front room. I wasn’t feeling so swell.

I had wound down quite a bit by the time when Scott and I got to talk.

Anyway. Before you ask, I don’t want to talk about my dream. I can almost guarantee you weren’t a part of it. If i told you WHAT happened in it, you’d regret ever knowing as the experience would rip any sort of innocence you have in your body away. (I don’t care to share that experience) You’re not gonna know. I’m not gunna tell you. I won’t tell mom, I won’t tell dad, i won’t tell Scott. Sorry. No. I can guarantee you, you dont’ want to know. So leave it be.

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