Yesterday i woke up at 5 in the morning. I woke up because I had a bad dream. I had dreamt that the devil in the form of a huge black monster the size of the car was killing and tearing people apart on my college campus. The monster reminded me of something out of stranger things. In my dream I knew that if I made it back to my apartment I’d be safe but as soon as I made a run for it it started chasing me and I had to fight it. Everyone had tried to fight it and died, but I managed to kill it and then my dream ended

today I visited my paternal grandfather. he got diagnosed with osteosarcoma back in either august or september, but this was the first time I was able to find the time to go visit him. he was super happy to see my sisters and me, but he also kept crying. I think at first they might have been tears of joy, but im not sure if they all were. it was extremely hard to see him the way that he is now; I definitely was not prepared for it, and it took everything I had not to cry. other than that I had a really good day

i have this fear of being alone, it triggers my episodes and I know thats really bad, and I should be to spend time by myself but its just so hard sometimes