I remember being deathly afraid of ghosts and spirits.
“It’s not the dead that’ll hurt you, it’s the living.”
I can’t help it though.
I woke up, just now, 3:45 A.M. drenched in sweat.
I need to close the chapter on my past. I learned from it. I replayed it in my head a million times.
Unfortunately, it seems that I can’t escape nightmares.
Apart of me, can not wait until I’m 40-50 and I can just… stop…caring.