When you love someone, you’re willing to give everything you have,
right? That’s why i gave you everything i could, it’s because i love
you. I showed you the real me. I was there when no one else was.
Remember when you called me at the middle of the night just because you
need someone to talk with cause you can’t sleep, you woke me up at my
beautiful dream but still i was so glad that you chose to call me. I
made myself always available whenever you need me just because you know i
can’t resist you. I thought by that, you’ll learn how to love me. I
thought i was enough. But i was wrong, you still can’t see me, your
heart can’t feel anything for me. Why is that? Am i really that
difficult to love? I tried so hard, right? But why you can’t love me no
matter how hard i try to show you that i am worth it, i am worthy of
your love, i deserve to be loved. Where did my efforts go? You just threw everything away, even me when you no longer need me. You just left. You just took my love for granted. I knew it from the very start that this was just a one sided love. I know that this will break my heart in the end. I know
that there’s no assurance that you’re going to love me back. But you
know what? I took the risk because i know you’re worth it, you deserve
this kind of love. But in the end i got nothing from you but a
heartbreak. I just thought that i am worth it. I’m sorry.
Pairing: Jikook Author:blt_prf Words: 3206 Genre: Highschool au Summary:Jungkook’s life as a newly debuted singer is way too busy and he can’t afford to get distracted by Taehyung’s noisy friends, never mind fall in love with one of them.
At around 4 AM I woke up because I felt someone cuddling and caressing me, like I really felt a body pressed up against my side, one arm draped over me, and a hand stoking my thigh. When I woke up the feeling was still there so I thought it was my girlfriend, home early from her nightshift job.
So I said “Shauna?” and turned to look but it was all dark and a couldn’t see anything and as soon as I turned the feeling went away, not like disappeared, but like the person rolled away from me. So I called out again. “Are you home?!” a little louder. I used my phone as a flashlight to look all around my bed and the room but there was no one there. I was a bit freaked out but I chalked it up to an intense dream and went back to sleep.
Shauna did come home eventually, at her normal time around 8 AM. She looked distressed. Before I could even tell her about my dream she told me that the back door was hanging open and our apartment door was unlocked. This is very unusual as we almost always double check.
Just to be safe we checked every hiding place in our apartment and we haven’t found anything, it probably was just a dream but I’m still freaked out. I’ve never had a dream that followed me into consciousness like that before…
someone must really hate me because when I woke up this morning it was to the sweet sound of my alarm clock blaring circa 4 in the morning. who ever set my clock off must’ve expected me to figure out how to turn it off quickly but since it was freshly shipped from hell I didn’t know how to work it yet. after pressing every button on the damned thing I tried to remove the battery only to find it was hooked in by a fucking wire. I tried to unplug it but that piece of shit was clinging to whatever it had left. out of options and tired as hell I found my solution in my laundry basket where I hid it under about 5 tons of clothes. the moral of this story is don’t fuck with your dad because he will get you back
When I was a young child, I woke up from a bad dream and went downstairs to sleep on the living room couch. I fell asleep and woke up because I felt someone staring at me. I sat up on the couch and saw a much-larger-than-life image of Satan in the picture window – not 12 inches from the back of the couch where I was lying – staring at me. As he opened his mouth to speak, wisps of fire came out of his mouth. He was dressed all in red, and his skintone itself was red. I was petrified to the point of not being able to move. As he raised his hand to gesture to me, I woke up. Safe in my own bed. As near as I can figure, the waking up from the original bad dream and going downstairs to sleep on the couch was all part of my worst nightmare ever. I just had the same dream, Satan is trying to talk to me. Why is this so long? We may never know.