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You’re closing in and slipping away @ 16:25, September 4, 2008

You were so close

I could almost reach you,

scent you

See the wind blow in your hair

Hear you call my name

You were just about to take my hand…

Then I woke up. I guess I somewhere knew that I was asleep but that I didn’t want to realize it. We’ve read about the different ways of defense mechanisms in psychology and two of them are repressing and in dreams showing how you really feel and if the dream might wake you up - change the dream. In my case the dream might’ve been too joyful so to prevent me from raising my hopes - I woke up. I tried to fall asleep again and go back into the dream but that didn’t work out for me… Of course the dream was about the boy in Taiwan. I really do miss him and that is fucking pathetic! I meet him this summer, spent a week together (not alone, ha! that’d been something), nothing happened and I’m still like this? I am truly trying to hurt myself by doing this. And, again, he lives across the world… What am I to do?


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