My best friend died. I cried, I hyperventilated, I was lost, everything crashed down all at once. I had one of her stuffed animals, I just held it and cried outside. I went back in, everything turned blurry and grey, the loud high pitched sound pierced my ears, but it was all in my head. I told the other friend in our 3 person friend group, i don't remember what he said. I told my mom, "you know ______, she's dead" I broke down "I just talked to her 14 hours ago" I was hyperventilating again. Usher was gonna perform at her funeral, he was at my house practicing.
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Dream Journal
Ficción GeneralFirst part of my dream journal, second part is up and running. Writing down my dreams caused by intense anxiety. Some dreams may be graphic, mature or traumatic.
