Dreams
8:44 a.m. | Jan. 31, 2008

I hate you.

I hate how you creep into my dreams and walk me through them, a smile on your face, as if it were really true. As if, in some other universe you actually could care about me. I know you don't. That's what makes all of this so stupid. Is that you DON'T care about me, so stop making me dream of you!!

As if it were you that had anything to do with it in the first place.