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1.19.2005

*Broken Dreams*

My dreams have always had a way of controlling my emotions, my thoughts and everything that I have that day. Last night I went to sleep at 11. And I didn't have a nightmare, at least not by popular standards, it was just a dream that made me wake up at six o'clock and start crying. I walked downstairs, crying, to get some water and I thought maybe even a hug and Cashmere rips a hole in my favorite pants and then my dad asks me to watch her while he takes a shower. Which means she's probably out there ripping a hole in the carpet and I'm going to get in trouble forit and I'm not even awake. Today she is getting zero attention because she is biting me nonstop and I'm the one who takes care of her the most.

I don't know why I keep crying. I mean, it was a bad dream but it just makes me hate me so much that I want to cry. I don't understand why God would give me dreams like that, that wake me up and make me feel horrible about myself. I just.. :'( I need Mike right now.

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