Sleep has not been my friend since the break up. I lie awake, tossing and turning, going over and over and over things in my head. Or I’m so tired I fall asleep, then wake at four and start my anxiety session then.
Last night, however, was the worst. I got to sleep, but I dreamt that he was asking me to take him back and telling me how much he loved me, and how much his family and friends loved me too.
Then I woke up.
Perhaps it’s easier being an insomniac.
Pizza of Doom 
i would cry if i had a dream like that… i have a blog like this too. you can checknit out. iamkiitan.wordpress.com