La Nostalgie Heureuse

I had a dream I was talking to this young girl who is well into her pregnancy. You got her pregnant on NYE and she was really pretty, not very smart and telling me how it was just that one time and you’d babble about how much you didn’t want kids. She tells me she’s 22 and I agree I guess at that age you get pregnant more easily. I was boiling with jealousy. I walk with her through what looks like a college dorm, I loose my temper and grab her and smash her head against a door. I apologize right away and go off to find you. You’re laying in a big bed inside a large room I access through a small ladder. “I feel like crap I have bags under my eyes” you say. We lay down facing each other. “You still pissed?” He asks. “Yeah… I’m still pissed” then we talk some more. Feels so unfair.

If someone asks for your patience, they’re asking for your surrender.

My communication ranges from being too short or straightforward to acting too impatient or emotional and altogether strange.

The strongest person is the person who isn’t scared of being alone.

Lies spread faster than truth.