That dream was so messed up and conviluted I still cannot find a reason behind its occurence. Maybe its because you were in it. You told me you missed the feeling of my presence. Before getting out of whack Alex, lets remember this was just a dream. None of it was real, its the same as those nights when you wake up drenched in sweat only to find that the monster in your dream thats chasing you is yourself and that when you escape that mental limbo you’re only left with yourself, your thoughts, and your only reality which sits in front of you dying only as fast as you are. I’d do anything just to feel the texture of your lips pressed against mine. To feel the palm of my hand rest under your chin and run it up your cheek so I can hold you closer to myself and feel the warm glow of life that runs through your veins so I can convince myself I’m not alone for the time being. But how do I come to tell you this now? Easy I probably never will.
"Maybe if you respect yourself your friends might want to do other things with you other than just getting high."
Fuck 2014, dude.