|You can be addicted to a certain kind of sadness...
||[Apr. 22nd, 2012|11:14 pm]
The ghosts of my past have long haunted my dreams, to the point that I had become used to them. Rarely were the ghosts ever of my own doing, simply memories of good times coming to me at the worst possible moments of weakness. The last several nights have taken on a different edge. I blame stress and unhappiness. Mostly I just need a long hug and to be told it'll be alright.