Last night I had a good dream for once. I dreamed I had a group of friends, who would do anything for me. They stuck by my side through everything. We laughed together. cried together, and overall experienced life together. It was beautiful and crazy and everything I've ever wanted. But then the dream was coming to an end, and we all knew it. We started saying our goodbye's, and some of us shed tears. It was as if it was all real, and we all knew we'd never see each other again.
Then I woke up to reality. To the life that is mine, the life that is lonely. I have a few friends, none that I feel would die for me. None that would see me as their equal, and not as the weakest link.
Now I just want to go back to sleep.
Based on a dream I had last night. Obviously. In the dream, I meet a group of girls. I think there were 3 or 4 of them. At first a few of us butted heads when I entered their group, but then we all became best friends. We were so insanely close, it felt real. It felt like months passed during the dream. These girls were my sisters. And I helped other girls who didn't really fit in anywhere to find friendship in our group. We all just accepted each other and didn't judge one another, and nothing tore us apart. Not them finding new relationships or big changes in life... nothing. For once I had friends who would always be there for me. Then I woke up and it was all gone.