12/01/2022

I find comfort in talking to people. Having someone there that you know you have no connection to, but you can express everything you feel. It gets tiring because you know you what you deserve, and not in a big headed way, but you know that the person only wants one thing and claim they are listening to you but yet compliment you constantly. Even if these people do want me seriously and I am all they think about, I selfishly still think about him. Not even the jealously of not being with him, or the fact he has no interest in me anymore, but the fact that he no longer knows me and I no longer know him. Dreams mean something. A lot more than the thoughts or feelings that occur when we sleep, we go somewhere. I feel safe. I see him again.