It was just a dream.

I had three versions of the exact same nightmare in the past three days. 

It's me... Self harming again... But there's plenty of blood... And my parents almost discovering it...

And that's it. 

It's a quite short dream. 

But for few minutes each hour I weirdly stare at my wrist... 

You know...

Just to make sure. 

It's freaking me out. 

Why the fuck do I have those dreams?!

It's a shortie, and I'm sorry for that, but it's me trying to get used to bloggin...