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I keep having these little dreams of how I wish things would be, like having a room cleared out for my drums and my friends, and hanging out with a couple of people I hardly ever hang out with. During the dream, I'm always so happy because I've waited so long and finally something good has happened. But then, when I wake up, I realize it's a dream; that none of it actually happened. That single moment of dissapointment is the worst feeling in the world... sort of like you being at your 21st birthday party and someone comes up and tells you have cancer, and also that it's not even your birthday.

These dreams are reoccuring too, but never the same. I'd say I wake up dissapointed a good three or four times a week. It really starts to get old.

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