I have off for the next few days. My teachers like me so much, I'm not only getting Friday off, but Monday too. They even let me have the weekend! Yeah, all in all, I could use a break. School isn't difficult, it's just that it's been a little under two weeks since I started again. My anxiety's down a lot, so it's bearable this year, I simply don't like it.
Anyway, the reason I'm putting a post up this early is because I had a horrible nightmare last night. Not horrible as in "oh my god the Slender man is going to get me" or "ahhhh I'm falling." I wasn't filled with fear. Instead I was filled with sorrow and hatred, something that I've been trying to abolish. It was about my dad. My brother- Who I haven't spoken with in roughly two years now, as well as the rest of that side of the family- and I had finally made up, and we were at some boardwalk, talking about everything. I realized just how much my father effected my life and my mothers life, how bad he had put us through, and, it was terrible. I'm glad I'm awake. Now I can go back to ignoring it. Next time I have a dream about my dad, I'm going to realize a dream is the only way I'm communicating with him, and bitch him the fuck out so my subconscious leaves me alone. Don't you just love lucidity?
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