Last night I had probably the most realistic dreams I’ve had in a while. I had gotten up from my bed gone to the kitchen grabbed a knife went and sat in my tub and cut the shit out of my upper arms and I was just sitting in a tub full of blood. It didn’t gross me out, it was actually so tempting I woke up and laid in bed wondering if I should really do it. In my dream it felt great! Like I was cleansing myself or something, cleansing myself of my depression, of my heartache just everything. It just felt so amazing to have all of that lifted off my shoulders for once to not have to think about it to not have to worry ‘Is today the day I finally break?’
On a happier note I always had a dream where I kept French braiding my hair, which is like so impossible because I can’t French braid my own hair lol it doesn’t look good at all!
Also I’ve finally come to admit that there are 3 men at the current time who own my heart, as broken and duck taped as it is. In no particular order;
-Blayne Tallent
-Curtis Wilson
And
-Kyle Helmuth [even though he’s like the biggest pain in the ass EVER to walk in and out of my life!] So yeah…
xoxo
Tatiana
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