Dreams are positively the weirdest things ever.
Last night, a girl said "Fuck You!" to me and I laughed in her face.
Last night, I was 11 years old and sold into child trafficking.
Last night, I escaped through a hole in a fence and cried in a bookstore on the run.
Last night, I saw him again and he was hitting on me,
but I was okay with it,
and I started to like him again.
Oh screw it,
I can let myself think about him from time to time,
but I will never go anywhere with him.
Also, I need to find someone to ask to my dance in February.