I know nightmares get their name because they occur at night (or whenever you do your extended slumbering), but, for me, the nightmariest nightmares are not over when my own screams jolt me awake. They tend to hang around like a bad cold that I just can't shake all through the day. Even if I can't exactly remember what subconscious horrific event led to yet another hollerin' for my daddy fit, the fear and foreboding which comes with it can yuck my whole day. It isn't enough that my awake (i tried alert, but that's just plain lyin') mind is hellbent on darkness and hypervigilance, but I get to survive those nightmariesh (idk) days living out night hell as well.
God. I.am.tired.of.my.mind.
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