i dreamt of you last night
it was amazing
i was so happy and hopeful and i loved you and we spoke and laughed and we were together
and then i woke up so hopeful
because i had forgotten that feeling that you give me, that i had felt in that dream, and it was the best feeling ever
and i woke up and i thought - i still have a chance. i could get him back!
but then it slowly sunk in that i don't and i won't and then i stalked you online and died inside at how much i fucking fucking want you, and then it was 11.17 and it had already passed 11.11 and i still wished for you anyway because i need you fuck
im so angry at my self for feeling this way and im so angry at you for just existing