mmmprincipessa

Please wake   up   darling. Crying,  bawling  my  eyes  out,  again. Why  can't  I  remember  my  dreams?   I  wake  every  morning with  a  big,  black, ugly  depression  lingering just below the  surface  of   my  consciousness, for  no  reason  that  my  mind  can  fathom. The  dreams  must   confront  my  subconscious  with  something  very  disconcerting, considering  the  amount  of  despondency  I  feel  when  I  wake. Even if I cant achieve  happiness, at  least  I  wish  to  remain  with  a  stoic  attitude when  I  rise. I've never been much of a morning person, the  very thought  of  getting  up  from  that co