I had that horrible dream again. The one where I’m still trapped in a soul crushing establishment that dictated my life for eleven years.
The scariest part for me is that I miss certain parts of that place. Nothing in my life gives me the same kind of adrenaline rush, nothing matches it.
The level of responsibility. The number of things going on to occupy my brain.
The popularity. The place where Kevin Peterson is important.
The ability to be around people constantly. Something I despise and desire and constantly strive for.
The most frustrating things about these dreams are the sickening realizations they bring forth in my mind.