i had a dream last night in which i attempted suicide. i don't remember how i tried to do it, all i know is that i was in an intensely white hospital. my mom was next to me, sobbing and asking me why i had done it and whether or not i'll do it again. i said, quite lethargically, that i didn't know.
i don't know where this is all stemming from and i'm not suicidal (don't worry); i just thought it was worth writing down. seems like my dreams are either extremely mundane or extremely unsettling, never pleasant. last summer i had a series of dreams in which i was always lost or in search of something. i never did have one where i found what i was looking for.
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