u/Cool_Economics5757

LIKE WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

I wake up and I don't want them to go away. They're dreams - Unrealistic. Never gonna happen. I hate them. They're all so comforting and happy and fun and I wake up feeling happy but then sad knowing that he doesn't like me like that and never will. Last night I had a dream that we were cuddling. Just sitting next to each other, him holding my hand, and then I wake up from what feels like the best sleep of my life and it's not real anymore. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it. It happens every week and I. Hate. It. It's torture.