It's Sunday. I keep looking at the clock, anxiously. Sometimes I'm scared to go to sleep.
Sleep has me feeling so vulnerable. Why do I have to define all my dreams?
I often dream about: malls, hot dog stands, dogs, riding in cars, blow jobs, work, the past, physical fights.
When I dream, I feel: anxious, betrayed, confused, hungry, physically strong.
When I look in the mirror I imagine fingertips in place of my teeth.
I would love to paint my finger teeth.
Draw because I can't write.
Write because I can't draw.
I'm dreading every second. of. this.
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