I do not know why exactly I am having these dreams or why I am telling you about them but I hope none of you ever have to. They are just this side of soul-crushing. Do I have any dime store psychologists in the audience? What do you think? Can you help me have more getting touched dreams and less my world just fell apart ones?
cry
Fuck You, I’m Drunk
I would have spent the whole time there with her she was fun and funny and cuddled with me after but talked myself into feeling guilty and that I was an asshole for both requiring her services and worried about some non-existent girl in my life would think.
Chop's Guide to the Galaxy 