The same nightmare three days in a row makes me curious to see if it’s a true. And what do you know? It is. Dreams, reality – they’re all the same because they mesh together. The less I care the happier I’ll be – that’s what I keep reading. I don’t care. I don’t care anymore – maybe.
I can’t sleep because it keeps repeating. 4am thoughts are better anyways.
I don’t care.