I had a dream about my parents today. 🙁 I hate dreams about the past, because I always wake up feeling like I have a hangover. I wasnt able to snap out of it all day.

In my dream, I was driving with my Dad, to pick my Brother and Mom up. Then my Dad was suddenly gone. We had planned to go shopping, than my Mom just disappeared on the way, and all that was left was my Brother and I, we werent able to find what we wanted, until the shop closed down, and threw us out.

Of course, that dream started an avalanche, and I was having flashbacks all day. Try to explain to my head what is real and what is not, what is now and what was then. I cannot keep up.

If I have wondered in the past if I am really depressed and acting like everything is fine, or everything is fine and I am pretending to be depressed, I have now lost my sense for time and reality.

And just to add, I am having a heck of a time trying to concentrate. But in this achievement oriented society, who can understand that I just need time to survive these days and really cannot be bothered with where which sound is produced, and what do I know. Noone. I just wish everyone would just let me live, and not interfere with stupid advice. Wishful thinking.