I’ve been punching a lot of things lately. My fists are bleeding again.
Best part about living alone
-I’m pretty much always naked.
Worst part about living alone
-soul crushing loneliness.
I finally had a dream about her.
I normally don’t remember my dreams and I wish this one followed suit.
We were walking together, just chatting. I heard her say “Kiss me.” She actually said something about the Big Bang Theory. I went in and she backed up. She couldn’t do it. She wasn’t ready.
In the dream I then spent the majority of my time crying in my bed. It sucked. I woke up when she and a mutual friend came to talk to me about the incident. She said that maybe it could work, maybe.
Now here I am. Awake and full of angst.
I have never been more frustrated in my life.
It’s this weird combo of pseudo-rage and confusion.
I just want this shit to be simple again.