I had a dream where I was happy. My life wasn't so shitty, like it is now.
My brother had a boyfriend that everyone liked and wasn't annoying, I didn't have BPD, I had an amazing and steady job, and I wasn't about to get dropped from college.
It was a beautiful dream...But then I woke up. I woke up to reality. I woke up to realize this is my life, and I'm doing my best.
I woke up knowing I had a lot of people who loved me, and didn't care about my grades in school. Because they loved me no matter what. Flaws and all. And that realization was even more beautiful.