The Broken Girl's Diary

The Dream

September 20th 2004

Dear Diary,

Well I have been told to write about my so called life -. - mom said it would help with my anxiety. Apart from having friends not everyone understands me and also I don't need a shrink. I've had this weird dream last night, it was something out of the ordinary I was up till 12am thinking about stuff until my eyes gave up on me.

It was calm & you would know something is coming. The surrounding is getting dark & the trees began to dance to the whistling  wind, it's beginning to rain and I looked upon the sky comparing the dark clouds to my life as if it can see right through my soul. As I set one foot out the door, the fire within encouraging me to go forward & so I did without hesitation. Suddenly with faith and a bit of crazy I began to soar the into the air yes the freaking thin air. The coldness was the last thing on my mind all I could inhale was freedom. Freedom from the heaviness of this so called life that I have.

But like a brick of wall somewhere in me invisible I felt paralyzed. Is this real? Or is this a dream? I tried to wake up. I can feel and see around thd trees. The wide smile I wore was unbelievable like a a bird I spread my hands & flew into the air taking in everything in as if it's the last day on earth. I knew I was being watched amd I couldn't care less, these people I can't recognize but felt like I knew them, they were shocked with their mouths open wide.

Me, someone so broken inside had this specialty inside, I am flying but then I heard something a noise from afar pulling me in and like a  snap of a finger I awoke to my bed drenched in sweat heavily breathing. I was dreaming.

Its was 7am so I got up, went into the bathroom and splashed some water in my face. Looking back at me was a girl with messy long black hair and bags under my eyes.