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I always have this nightmare. This nightmare has no ghosts, or zombies, or anything unreal. This nightmare I have is about a sad boy, who hates the world and struggles with everything in life. This nightmare is about a boy who can’t focus on studying  because he has to focus on keeping the rope under the bed. This nightmare is about a boy who can’t focus on eating because he has to fight that urge whenever crossing a bridge. This nightmare is about a boy who can’t have friends because of his anxiety and his lack of ability to cope with life. This nightmare is about a boy who uses alcohol and drugs as a crutch because it works better than therapy and pills. This nightmare is about a boy who still cries over his mother, creating memories of her instead of reliving them because she was gone before he was born. This nightmare is about a boy with no dad because he ran away from the future of this boy. This nightmare is about a boy who tries to forget about the pain by inflicting pain on himself. This nightmare is about a sad boy who is lost. This nightmare is real. That boy is me. I’m still waiting to wake up.
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Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 6:26 PM UTC
Waiting to Wake up
I always have this nightmare. This nightmare has no ghosts, or zombies, or anything unreal. This nightmare I have is about a sad boy, who hates the world and struggles with everything in life. This nightmare is about a boy who can’t focus on studying  because he has to focus on keeping the rope under the bed. This nightmare is about a boy who can’t focus on eating because he has to fight that urge whenever crossing a bridge. This nightmare is about a boy who can’t have friends because of his anxiety and his lack of ability to cope with life. This nightmare is about a boy who uses alcohol and drugs as a crutch because it works better than therapy and pills. This nightmare is about a boy who still cries over his mother, creating memories of her instead of reliving them because she was gone before he was born. This nightmare is about a boy with no dad because he ran away from the future of this boy. This nightmare is about a boy who tries to forget about the pain by inflicting pain on himself. This nightmare is about a sad boy who is lost. This nightmare is real. That boy is me. I’m still waiting to wake up.
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18/M/Canada
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 6:26 PM UTC
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