I had a dream last night that I was at Acen. The only difference is that was feeling really down. In fact, I was more down than last year. I was so scared to go out of my hotel room because of Elliot, that I ended up with only 35 pictures instead of my usual 200+. I remember returning home in the same mood and just never leaving the house. I guess I was scared of repeating what went down last year, so I stayed to myself and missed all the cool stuff.
Maybe it's a wake up call. No one wants to feel that way. Maybe the sadness is something I want to prevent from happening. Perhaps I shouldn't show any fear and just realize what he really is: a manipulative bastard.
Sorry to beat a dead horse, but I had to get it off my chest.