Bury me, five thousand phantoms deep.

It's only just a dream where I only felt happy fr awhile, and woke up feeling all stupid. Dreams dont really come true. It always happens the opposite in reality. That's when it freaks me out. It's like as if I predicted my luck or something. Even so, I still had high hopes. High hopes that will come crashing down on me when I realise that I hve the habit on having high hopes on things that won't happen, at all. It sucks big time when you know you're not the luckiest bitch. When you know that luck's not always on your side. Just thinking about it makes me feel all low and shit. I just need to stop dreaming. Dreams are really sweet sometimes, but sometimes I wish I never had sweetdreams :|