Fuck my brain.

Guys, I’m sorry. I really am. Before I tell you this, I want you to know I woke up crying.

I had a dream that I was in high school again and that Tupac went to my high school. And he was my boyfriend. But it’s like my brain doesn’t want me to be happy in my dreams because immediately after we decided to be bf/gf, someone shot him. They shot a lot of people. It was a school shooting not unlike Columbine. I lost my mind. I tried to drag him out the back stairs to safety. Nobody would help me. I kept screaming “THIS IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL MIND OF THIS CENTURY YOU ASSHOLES!” They wouldn’t listen. So there he laid on the stairs dying with me just crying and looking at him and wishing I was stronger.

I’m so sorry I couldn’t save him.