I fell in love with a dreamer. One of my biggest arguments with him was that to survive most of my life I had to live in my imagination and what I really needed was something real. I deserved it. But he was so deep in his own dream I don’t know if he ever even heard me. So, I’m finding it pretty upsetting to be told I should give in and dive deep into my dreams because it’s what I’m good at and what feeds me when what I actually fucking need is a real glass of water and a fucking cheeseburger with someone that cares about me.










