I had a dream that Rae and I got kidnapped and for some reason the person I called to help us was the bane of my existence (who is, surprisingly, not my ex-boyfriend lol.) what's weird here is that he actually was concerned with my well-being and he did come to help us. It has me thinking that maybe it's time to forget and move on, you know? It's stupid to hold a grudge against someone just cause they're a stupid fucking asshole, right? Mmmm, maybe not. I don't even know anymore.














