At 11, I dreamt of wealth, a real home, and stablility. This dreams stems from my mother. Its because of her that I even try to stick out college life at VCU. But lately that dream has become a nightmare. School work has completely escaped me and i can’t get it back-it’s too far away. Its almost midterm and yet I have progressed nowhere. I put on a front and a smil for my family so they don’t say, “I knew she couldn’t do it.” I try to put on a front at college that i’m ok. But i’m not. I have nightmares every night. Some dreams are weird and sick, but others are of my future. Of me not succeedin and becomin the radiologist that I crave to be. I dream of my family being siappointed in me. I dream of me havin a dead end job. I want to re-do this whole year so badly, “fail” it just like high school and retry. I know that I can’t though. And that depresses me because now my fuck-ups are sittin in my face smilin at me. I live in a depressin nightmare.
Dreams
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