I watched you die again last night, in my dreams. It wasn't like last time, except for the emotion I felt at the time- that was exactly the same.

I woke up shaking.

Half alive and already late, I can't understand why my body enjoys the emotional pain so much. Why can't I just wake up like normal people. It would prevent this whole over-sleeping bullshit I go through every time I have a fucked up dream. I guess, for now, it's best that I don't have a job. They'd fire me the first week.