Thursday, December 09, 2004
Mom doesn't think Amanda will call, ever. I keep telling her to stop talking about it, because the thought goes through my head, too.
I want her to call. I want to hear her, I want to actually tell her I'm sorry. I want to be able to sleep at night, instead of waking up after every single realistic dream I have of her.
A couple of days ago... I had a dream that she sent me a message through my phone. Just as I was picking it up to read the message... Cyra barked and woke me up. When I realized it had been a dream, that it wasn't real... I cried. Hard. I'm surprised I didn't wake mom up. I was not happy with Cyra.
And last night, I had a dream she had come back to Sidney. And we were in class joking around and being stupid.
Gotta go.
I want her to call. I want to hear her, I want to actually tell her I'm sorry. I want to be able to sleep at night, instead of waking up after every single realistic dream I have of her.
A couple of days ago... I had a dream that she sent me a message through my phone. Just as I was picking it up to read the message... Cyra barked and woke me up. When I realized it had been a dream, that it wasn't real... I cried. Hard. I'm surprised I didn't wake mom up. I was not happy with Cyra.
And last night, I had a dream she had come back to Sidney. And we were in class joking around and being stupid.
Gotta go.
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