[angelsrforever1]

I am tired. Like the rest of the world we get tired, but I do not wish to sleep.

I do not want to sleep because escaping into a dream is more beautiful then actually living a life. Being able to think about a memory, go into the depths of one's imagination or even a memory you would wish to make is more important that actually being out in the world.

Mainly because every threat, words, person, sentence, job or action that hurt you can leave the mind. If dreams were reality and reality was a nightmare: my hopes, my dreams, my thoughts will be existing; no longer will I be afraid to ask people to hang out. I would have the self confidence to take risks and be okay taking them.

The nightmare though for eight to ten hours will be long, it would be having to wait ever dreadful day to go back to sleep. If my dreams came true I would not mind doing my job, living my life because everything will be perfect. In my mind everyone and everything will be perfect. And when something does no go correctly it would not matter cause it would be a minor imperfection to the big picture.

Everything I wanted out of life will actually happen. But it is not true, I am sill here. I am still eighteen, living at home, struggling to figure out what I want to do with my life. I am struggling to get independence from family and yet being able to keep a healthy relationship. I am writing this because I am tired not because I rarely sleep but because I do not wish to dream. Dreaming is a harsh reality that can never come true for majority of people. You either being born rich, on a few occasions become rich or die trying to become rich.

[Rohag]

Hello, Angelsrforever1.

Originally Posted by angelsrforever1

I am struggling to get independence from family and yet being able to keep a healthy relationship.

That's no easy challenge, especially when depressed.

Which dreams torment you: the dreams of hopeful imagination or the dreams that spontaneously rise while asleep? Or, are they both the same for you?