school is so fucking hard.
the pressure is building up. 
i had a dream about my ex this morning, crazy things. i hate to admit that i do think about him at least once a week. he creeps into my thoughts, unexpectedly. then a smile comes to my lips, followed by a wave of sadness and loneliness. 
no matter where he is, i hope he’s happy. i just want the best for him. even though he hurt me, i just cant help but to hope for the best things in life for him. 
i hate talking/writing about him, but if i dont get these words out of my head now, i’ll dream about him at night too. 

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