My dad was on my front porch, he introduced himself to me and telling my he had a tattoo of my name on his neck. I told him I wanted nothing to do with him, and I didn't want him in my fucking life. I then went inside hoping he'd leave, but he kept peeking through the blinds from the outside of the window.
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Dream Journal
General FictionFirst 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.
