Dreamcatchers don't work.
Up yet again at 1am dreaming about you. In 10 years, I dreamt about you maybe 10 to 15 times and now it's every fucking night. You still have so much control over me. My mind, my heart. I guess I'm still hurting. I still can't believe you left. But just know, if you and your troll break up, don't ever come crawling back. I would be a complete loser, just like you, to ever get back with you. I truly loved you. Every day I'd look forward to seeing you after work. And you left me because you were sick of me "not doing my part?" That's the stupidest reason. I stood by you thru everything. You didn't do your part for years. You didn't take care of me for years. I hope I never meet a guy like you again. Ever. You are the worst and best thing to happen to me. Worst because you broke me, best because you gave me B. Guess what? I haven't self medicated in months. No drinking, nothing. I won't give you the power. Now see, I have no control over my dreams. 10 years. 10 long ass fucking years. I'm so hurt, angry, sad, happy, excited for the new chapter, scared... I wish there was just one word. I know you'll never see this. Well hopefully. It's 1:39am right now. My nightmares woke me up and I can't go back to dreaming about you. Nope. I got 3 hrs of nightmares. Luckily tho, I'm getting into therapy. You've been the main topic ever since I was seeing P.B. Your dumb fucking ass lost our insurance so I'm fucked, yet again, by your sorry ass. You think only about your wee head. Once the troll sees the real you, or OUR money runs out, I bet she won't stay. But maybe she will. Honestly, I don't give a shit. I just want these nightmares to end. I need to get over you. I hate you.
Ever since Feb 25th, I've been having dreams and nightmares about us. Even tho you are the enemy and there is no "us," in my dreams there still is. I go to bed late and wake up early from these dreams. It's become a ritual. I go to bed, dream, wake up several times and then just finally say fuck it and get up between 1 and 3am. Then I put on some music and have my coffee. I'm sick of these dreams. Maybe when I move on, like I'm trying my hardest to, they will become less frequent. I've met someone else. We're friends. B has met him. Maybe I'll meet boyfriend material someday. I just know I'm not moving on as fast as you did because I'm not looking for a good fuck like you were. Telling me your sex drive was diminishing because it had already peaked was bullshit. You just didn't want me and you didn't have the balls to tell me. But guess what? There's billions of potentials out there. There's always someone better than you. H...
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