Thursday, February 23, 2012

Sleepless in Champaign

Hate nightmares.

Hate them so much.

It's bad enough I keep hearing that scratching.

But I've had dreams like the skinless dream twice now.  The setting's usually different, and Gatsby says something different in the end of every one, but I still lose all my skin by the end of it.

I should talk to my therapist about it, but I hate bringing up my brother to him.  It's a long, awkward conversation and I really don't ever want to have it again.

Wait.  There's that scratching.

There's something at my wind

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