This time, i dreamt that baby died. Wtf. And i still can remember all the details vividly. Fuck man, i dont want baby to die!!! Its already damn hard living without him for few days, i cant imagine living without him for the rest of my life?! Fuck, tear ducts are opening soon!
I fucking hate nightmares, especially when it involves death of loved ones. Its scary. And im still trying to calm myself down and go back to sleep.
I remember few years ago, when i was like 16-17 years old, i always woke up at 3am due to nightmares, resulting in me afraid to fall asleep. And whenever i sleep, its always nightmares and 3am. So at that period of time, there'll be this someone who'll call me or text me few mins after 3am just to talk to me to calm me down, or he'll just talk on the phone with me for hours till after 3am, so that i won't have nightmares.
But now, everything changed. He have grown up, people changed, and we drifted apart. Thats really really sad. I hope that deep down inside, he's still the sweet boy that he was before.
Okay. Enough of random stories. Imma try sleeping now. Pray no nightmares anymore! Goodnight xoxo.
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Alexa Angie