I'm sick and fucking tired of waking up from dreams.

I don't ever want to have this nameless person in my dreams, whose face is unknown to me, that in the dream brings me endless joy. I see their face and I smile, bliss flowing over me in waves. They complete me in everyway, filling in all the holes.

Then I wake up, and what hits me wants to make me curl up in a ball and cry. That washes away with the storm of anger that I replace it with.

FUCK.