I don’t know what’s gotten into my head lately. What I can recall is feeling worn out and afraid of what’s coming up the next day. Today I called in sick, spent the entire morning in bed, listening to The Smiths’ “Asleep” and just that.
I remembered my days in high school even though I’ve never come to enjoy it. My best childhood friends come visit frequently in every single dream I have. I even dreamed about having enough guts to fight back all of those people at work who said things about me. I even dreamed of my grandpa. This time, he talked. The only thing lingers in my head is that I woke up screaming.
These days will be gone soon. I hope.