I had a dream last night that I wanted to kill myself so I walked out in front of a car and went over the hood. I flew up over the car and didn't die. And another car ran over me. It felt super real. That's the first time I've ever had a dream like that. I wanna talk to my parents, but then they'll take me to the doctors and put me on medication. Also probably get me a therapist. We're pretty broke and my insurance doesn't cover a lot of things. So I don't know what to do.
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Non-FictionThis is just something that hit me like a rock. It's not a story it's my real thoughts. Mostly just me venting about shit I think about or am actually experiencing. Vent poetry. Some things I write can be triggering so you have been warned.
