I'm tired of calling you once a week.

My dreams terrify me. A complex web of hidden desires and fears in which I have no idea what they mean. I wake up most mornings feeling completly disgusted by the events of my dreams and no closer to understanding what makes me tick. I don't think it's normal. I'll wake up procede to force myself to sleep just to continue the dream off where it ended. I think what it comes down to it I think it may have been a bad idea to go home for the weekend. I'm unsure of where I belong right now. It's so hard for me to worry about just me and not get sucked back in the old routine of putting myself first. Tell me what to do.