2.24.21

 

just floating about...listening to my body...being true to my feelings...I don't think I have ever been this unhappy in my life. I keep waiting to snap out of it somehow but every morning I awake from vivid dreams of you. It does not even matter when I had a "good" day. Last night's dream was about me packing...in our old apartment, while I am packing, you try to keep your distance..but also asking me where your things were...you could never find any of your things. In the dream, there were also beautiful women coming in and our of our apartment...they came one by one to get checks because they were in business with you or something. Dreams are strange for sure. I hate having dreams of you. I hate that I was stupid...still stupid.