My worst nightmare is my world without you in it.
My worst nightmare are the times when you blatantly ignore me.
My worst nightmare is when I've done something to cause that.
My worst nightmare haunts my thoughts, "what ifs" spinning through.
My worst nightmare is the one I can't wake up from.
Luckily, I am not living my worst nightmare.
Reality is still horrifying but it has you.
You are my anchor, the only thing that keeps me from drifting away.
We are bound together with hardships and love.
Your familiar ways comfort me.
Your crude jokes are something I can always count on.
Yet my reality still manages to be a nightmare.
I yearn for sleep all the day, only to enter another nightmare by night.
My life is an ever repeating cycle.
Wake up.
Put on my mask.
Make appearances.
At the gym.
At school.
Back to home.
Spend the rest of my waking hours dealing with telling family or homework.
Go to sleep.
Repeat.
Life always seems to come back to those pesky masks.
The ones everyone has.
All of them differ slightly, but they have the same base.
I wish I could say I took my mask down for someone, anyone, but alas I don't.
I know this is pointless rambling but it's rambling that holds no mask.
Rambling to myself.
Thanks for listening (reading really).
