It sucked.

I woke up so exasperated.

All i really remember from this last one was looking at him, through tears. I said “I thought you would be something i’d be good at.” And then he walked away.

No. non no no no nono.

Its odd, you know. How you start to feel so fond for someone after they hurt you. Like, after someone leaves you, or you leave them, and then they realize how much you mean to you, and vice versa.

Well, J and I have never had that. And i like that, a lot. I do NOT want that to change. I only bring it up because i think maybe thats why i keep having these dreams of it happening. Its like, i wake up so fucking relieved knowing there is no problems, that he is still all mine and im still his. After, all i want to do is hug him and talk to him.

Or you know, maybe there is no reason. I dont know.