Im depressed because of a damned dream I just had...that was created by a feeling of unsuriness. My dream was about me...trying to find my b/f in a mass amount of crowd but everytime I caught him and told him I missed him, he would give me a bad look. Then if I told him I loved him, he would leave me. I think its cause I believe I say it too much and that it annoys him. So anyways, I wake up and Im all extremely depressed and I think about the dream. The only thing I could think is what if its true, what if he decided that he was only infatuated with my little 10th grade ass (it was actually 9th grade when he met me). Im really depressed over it.