Mom keeps falling asleep tonight when I talk to her. My time is up, I think.
Those dreams I had that I believed were psychic? The first four I ever had that felt like "that kind" of dream were of the future. I had them back when I was in high school, and then when Dana first arrived in LA. These dreams were set at some indeterminate point in the future, after 2010. I dreamt that Dana and I reunited after a long rift.
There had not been any such rift when I had those dreams. Nor did I believe in ESP at that time, yet I woke up with this puzzling certainty that the dreams had just shown me something that was absolutely going to happen someday.
I really believed it would. I really believed Dana would reconcile with me.
I don't want to die, but I also don't want to live with the grief that's coming, the terror of being homeless and penniless, and I cannot face being alone. I have nothing to live for. I just don't want to hurt Jesseca.
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