WORST Nightmare Ever.

Okay. This time, this is the WORST nightmare EVER in my whole, entire life. I dreamed of my dad last night. He was shot by this bad guy while he was protecting me. I can still imagine his (dad) face with the bullet in his forehead. Anyway, he was alive again when I kissed him on the cheeks. But still, I'm so worried with my dream. I really hate nightmares. Oh wait. Who love nightmares anyway? I don't want to say bye bye to another love one again. I am SO NOT READY for that.

Please Lord! Don't get my Dad yet. I love him so much, and You know that. Pleasee? :(

Okay. I really HATE to sleep now. I'm just scared with my next dream I'll be having. :(