I had a dream this week about something bizarre.
I'm in my car, driving to a plaza near my house. I'm currently on the phone talking to my boyfriend about something, and get out of my car with a package in hand. I walk to the post-office mailbox, and stand there while I'm talking on the phone. The conversation ends with me saying, "Yeah, I'll talk to you later. I love you."
I end the call, slip the phone into an empty package, and seal the envelope with my phone charger inside. I drop the package into the mailbox, and walk away.
Two days ago in the dream, I had already mailed a letter to my boyfriend, but he hasn't checked yet. I know he'll check today because it's Wednesday.
This dream was bizarre because it was a reflection of how much planning I've been doing. I wanted to make sure the people I loved and cared about would receive a letter from me, expressing how important they were, and thanking them for everything they've done for me. I wanted my friends and family to know that me leaving had nothing to do with them. It was a personal thing.
I hit a new low these past two weeks. It really hit me hard.
I know I need to start planning, start writing the letters for everyone. I already knew what I wanted to say, but I also wanted to leave them something to remember me by. Like a little souvenir, or something. I know it sounds cheesy and cliche, but some people need that to cope in the grieving stage.
I know it sounds selfish for me to think of these things - think of leaving the people who have been there for me - but some things must be done.
Some things can't be fixed.
Some stories aren't meant to end well.
I'm in my car, driving to a plaza near my house. I'm currently on the phone talking to my boyfriend about something, and get out of my car with a package in hand. I walk to the post-office mailbox, and stand there while I'm talking on the phone. The conversation ends with me saying, "Yeah, I'll talk to you later. I love you."
I end the call, slip the phone into an empty package, and seal the envelope with my phone charger inside. I drop the package into the mailbox, and walk away.
Two days ago in the dream, I had already mailed a letter to my boyfriend, but he hasn't checked yet. I know he'll check today because it's Wednesday.
This dream was bizarre because it was a reflection of how much planning I've been doing. I wanted to make sure the people I loved and cared about would receive a letter from me, expressing how important they were, and thanking them for everything they've done for me. I wanted my friends and family to know that me leaving had nothing to do with them. It was a personal thing.
I hit a new low these past two weeks. It really hit me hard.
I know I need to start planning, start writing the letters for everyone. I already knew what I wanted to say, but I also wanted to leave them something to remember me by. Like a little souvenir, or something. I know it sounds cheesy and cliche, but some people need that to cope in the grieving stage.
I know it sounds selfish for me to think of these things - think of leaving the people who have been there for me - but some things must be done.
Some things can't be fixed.
Some stories aren't meant to end well.