You color my eyes red, your love's not alive.

Somehow life got complex in a matter of a day.

I thought I was secure in my standing with everyone... and then I had this dream.
I dreamt that I was to die for all my sins. I learned how certain people felt about me by their reactions to the news. Most were surprising, in both good and bad ways. Some didn't seem to care, some looked for sympathy rather than were actually upset about my upcoming death, and some were devastated.

This dream sparked a series of questions in my mind that has left me utterly confused.

I just want to hear that I'm worth more than I think I am. I want to find out that everything I'm worried about is wrong. I want everything to be perfect.

Yeah, that's a lot to ask for I guess.

JA:FJKS:DJFWEO:J:KSF I hate these blogs where I just post my feelings! My vague ideas about what I'm truly upset about. This is stupid! This should be a place for work. For actually decent pieces of literature rather than these ramblings.

Mrow.

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This world is filled with people just like you.
Some people who hide behind their words, some afraid to move.
One day that poison you take will catch up to you.
One day you'll make a mistake and I won't fix it for you.