Damn Coincidences. Damn Them to Hell.

I'm happy and upset that I hastily deleted your number for the umpteenth time. Last night, as I was making s'mores with Bri, I was looking up at the stars and I wondered how you were. If I had your number, I would have texted and told you that I missed you. But that's why I deleted your number in case I wanted to do stupid things like that.

There are two emotions warring inside of me.

I dreamt last night that I was holding a bunny in my arms and for some reason it turned into a little girl. She was either going to leave me or be taken away. I don't remember why, but I started to cry. I was crying so deeply and intensely that I was convulsing with sobs. When I woke up in the middle of the night, I was distraught and almost started to actually cry.

In my next dream, I was verbally berating a guy for something he did. All this anger and viciousness spilled out of me and I wanted to cut him with as many harsh words as I could think of. I remember saying something along the lines of scooping his eyeballs out with a spoon. Actually, now that I think back, I might have ended up punching him over and over like he was a bobo doll, except, he didn't keep getting back up.

My favorite text of the week:
Victor-Man if he saw you with me he would be all jealous and what not. That's just what I do. Make bfs jealous and angry even though he aint your bf. Why settle for punching him when you can knock him out if you just ask victor nicely? And maybe some flowers too

Thanks for having my back fool.