I miss this so. Just today, tomorrow you will be gone from my head. I had a dream about you last night. My dreams of you have gone through stages. At first they were of you just being mean to me. Then you would be nice and then mean to me out of no where. Now, they’re just of you being nice to me all the time, and then you’re just gone. I hate dreaming of you. I miss you.

Tuesday Sep 6 @ 08:51pm

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