I thought I screwed up. Freaking dreams.
Utterly. Totally. Wholly. I was convinced. I thought I had really turned everyone against me and ruined my life and was going to just fall to pieced and die. I was so helpless. Hopeless. And then my mom was standing over me, waking me up. Wait, what? It was all a dream? I hate you, brain. That’s a terrible joke to pull on my sleeping self. I hate you. So much. Oh man. Rage-shaking...