things I can tell no one

Was it just a dream. Did I dream this all up. I was happy you by my side we grew closer. Now it's like you are just gone did I dream us up. My mind dreamt of a better day. A dream of us. A dream of happiness. A dream was all it must have been. Now you have vanished like I have awoken from a dream. I wish to be back in that dream just to be with you. To be in just a dream.

Ghosts from my past always find a way back to me no matter how hard I try to run away from them. i try leaving all this behind me and now hes back again i can never get rid of this ghost of a father. 

Any of my friends who are writers I need tips on fillers in a story I'm writing theres a time gap between these two major things that happen. I'm not sure if I should just time jump or use fillers

A escape is needed,craved, desperately desired. To escape the mind, escape the body, escape the place, escape the time. Escape will always eventually be needed. Avoidance isnt possible. We are all doomed to hunt down that escape we need. Today is the day I restart the hunt.

I should have known good days never last emotionally. It's back to fighting over stupid things that he doesnt pay attention to promises that are never kept. I always give him 1 more chance and it always turns the same. When will I learn

I can't go on much longer my house is a constant mess I work and have worked so much and my husband work 3 days a week I work all week full time I have since I was pregnant. He never cleans the house never takes trash out. He is so lazy I have to do everything. I'm so sick of it I dont know what to do. I am constantly fighting my depression and on top of this I have to work,clean, cook. I'm loosing this battle.

It used to be so simple. Night time was bad but once day break came it all got better. When day came it was still bad. That is when you are in trouble when there is no difference no change in feelings. No better just all bad.

My head is in shambles my stomach in knots I feel like I'm going to hurl constantly. Sleep is now a stranger to me. I ache all over I'm falling into the darkness again. Not sure if I'll make it out or if I even want to

Those 3 little words that could mean everything or nothing at all. I speak those words to both of them. Do I truly love them both or am I being selfish. How do you decide if you love someone or if it is lust. Once those words have been spoken it is hard to go back to a time before they where uttered. As I sit awake on the bathroom floor doubting myself invalidating my feelings I wonder how much love can one person give. How many people can someone say those three words to the I LOVE YOU.