dreamin
is it possible to wake up from a dream crying? apparently it is… my dream last night was a normal one, weird and random. but the feelings i felt in it were real. i was yelling at a friend because i had pent up anger about many things and they mentioned my mom. i ran into my bedroom in the dream and started balling. then i woke up from the dream with tears down my cheeks. needless to say i started thinking very intently on how my life has been without her, my grandpa’s recent passing, and all the little things in between. i’ve always been independent because i had to go through my childhood without a real mother. i’ve always been a tomboy because i was always influenced by my brother and dad. the good die young, yes. and it’s made me, well me. so how am i ever going to find a deeply meaningful connection with someone who will make the world seem to make sense again? there’s always been a part of me empty and i don’t really know what should fill it. i know why that piece is missing, and i know i can’t get it back, but how can i fill it? i’ve come to the conclusion today that the man i shall marry will fill that emptiness. fuck all the bullshit. life is about real talks, real emotions. true feelings, things that are indescribable. everything on the outside doesn’t matter. it’s what is deep, deep inside a person that makes them who they really are. i know someone out there will understand me, and get me for who i am.
