It wasn't the scariest nightmare, it was the worst.
Even when I sleep, I knew it's impossible.
Holiday is almost over, and it just hurts me more.
It's never okay, don't you know that?
The unfinished tasks, the locked part of my heart.
I left it locked because it's so hurtful to be touched and I refuse to open it.
And this stupid dream had reached my insecurity.
I'm shocked and can't go back to sleep.
And the worst part is, instead of telling someone, I go to this stupid blog.