Sixteen years and still a coward.
I had a dream last night. It reminded me of a dream I had when I was eight. In that dream, I became a member of the Power Rangers, but I sold them out to the bad guys, because I didn’t want to be hurt.
Last night, I dreamed I was a member of this military assassin squad (that started out as a reality TV show for some reason) and we were fighting the Millennium vampires from Hellsing, except they were all marksmen like that one character. We were fighting in my old school gym, and all of a sudden, I just panicked, threw my hands up, and said I quit, so they couldn’t shoot me. I literally said that. ‘I quit. You can’t shoot me now.’
I am just… full of shame and disgust for myself.