Dreams, twisted fucking dreams

Oh gosh, how much it hurts to dream... And don't have the chance of controlling what to dream, even worse

But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
As they turn your dream to shame
(...)
I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.

Les Miserables - I Dreamed a Dream


I want to sleep, sleep forever and ever so I'd never wake up. I don't wanna wake up, not here, not now, not with me looking into my eyes in the mirror every time I brush my hair.
I have the strong believe that, in case of death, everyone would be sad at the beginning but then, everything would go back to normal; people would forget me (not really forget, because memory doesn't get erased that easily, you know) and live their lives without the pain I'm putting them trough.

[I'm sorry if I had any grammar or vocabulary mistakes, it just happens to me that, sometimes, I just have the "inspiration" for an English writting or a Spanish writting. Today, English came to me, so I wrote everything in English. If you're bored enough to read my twisted posts and notice any mistake, just let me know so I don't look like a donkey for future readers :)]