Last night I had a dream about my other ex. Basically he texted me something and then a few minutes later he came up to my window in his car ( my room was right by the street I suppose) and was all hey. And I was very very confused and I said "oh hey, what are you doing here?" Then he just, started crying. Really crying. Saying that I guess I was too good for him now and I was too busy seeing my other boyfriend. So I tried to calm him down and I told him I was single and I asked if he was still with Julia and he said no. So I was all FUCK my parents are going to flip if they see him here so I snuck him inside and went to scout to see where my parents were. He ended up following me and my mom saw him. But surprisingly she was cool and was all hey hows it going nonsense. That's when I noticed how slumped and defeated and jsut plain depressed my ex looked. Some other shit happened and there was Beatles music and then he was playing something on tv with my dad which was like whoa my dad for sure hates you but.
I felt like it was me. We switched bodies or something. He looked so broken. I just don't even know. I'll have to see him this summer at least once to get my sandals/Ho-Oh back and give him back things. I talked to my recent ex last night, trying to get him to just fucking treat me like a person and not a disease again. I went to bed feeling even more miserable and wanting him than ever. I feel like he was kinda a rebound for other ex, but then when I liked him so much more and got left behind, I got left over with the feelings of both break ups and it was amplified times 2 or something. The harder you try to get over someone the more you want them. I just wish someone would treat me like a princess again. okay shower time.