Wanna leave me alone about it?
I had a dream where some one I knew crashed their car because they took too many pills.
I saw the crash and walked outside to see if they were okay and people were already there taking care of them.
I went inside and downed a bottle of whatever. Looked at the bottle and it wasnt what I wanted to I just spit them all out like magic. Then I talked about how I almost did that same thing before.
Then I woke up and my blood sugars were super low.
I’m going to die.
I have no insurance and my legs will die.
I can’t live being this sweet.
My body will eat itself alive.
For the past three nights I’ve had the same girl in my dreams.
The dream is different every time, she is different every time, but the feelings are the same.
They are about the awkward chase. The perpetual feeling of insincerity in new relationships.
She isn’t even worth me feeling bad. She isn’t even real.