Nightmare

I had a nightmare. Dreamt of Martin in NYC. & I kept going up to NYC to this Korean shop. I had a cupcake business. Martin's family ordered a batch. I somehow also worked in a cheap restaurant, earning a meagre salary, with oppa, fighting for our lives. In the end, after delivering cupcakes, I walked into the house where I stayed, blood was all over the house, saying something like "kill them" the dream doesn't make sense. It's horrifying.


We are a disaster. It's me. It's me. The last text was a mistake.
But fuck all these shit. I have exams, so leave, leave my mind, please. I can't take it anymore.

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