And they begin. The nightmares. I thought they were gone but I guess they just wanted to remind me of what could happen. Heres the difference though. A month ago, i would have woken up and cried profusely into my pillow and calmed myself down. This time there was no crying. And i dont have to calm myself down because i am not freaking out. Im so at ease with my life and i am so happy, that i know what can happen but i am still refusing to listen. And now, i am refusing to see. Im to happy for this shit.
