I never told anyone that it still haunts me.

Whatever “It” is about. I never told anyone that I dream about that “event” until now and wake up crying. Yes, you’re way over it. But I already told you before don’t kid about it.

Maybe, you forgot.

It kills me every time I dream about it. Its pulling me back down. I regretted letting my emotions took over me without thinking. I regretted letting those words out of my mouth. It was my biggest mistake. My biggest regret.

Now, I’m back to step 1 again.

Depression would really kill me.