I keep having this reoccuring dream where I’m living through a series of past events. I continue to feel hopeless and I begin to cry. I want an explanation about something yet I can never seem to ask the question fully. I stop myself because I’m too scared, too unsure and so nervous. So weird right? It shouldn’t have to be that way but its what I’ve been dreaming. I don’t like it.
There is no worst feeling than when your mind gets so hung up on idea that you cannot carry out on. I think I want something or I’m looking for something, obviously I’m having no luck.
A Tale of Two Chicas 