Seriously, why do you do that?!
So we saw “its” face again (thank you FB notifications for the triggers)… so we tried to open “its” page… so we’re still blocked.
Did you have to make me dream of “it” though? No. You’re just a big prick, like “it.”
All we saw was a tiny thumbnail of “its” profile picture. It was enough to burst open the dam of unshed tears. That dream, was the most awesome dream… you sick bastard brain, you.
Picnic. Paris. Burgers. Cheesecake. A lost contact lens.
Waking up at 3 in the morning, tear ducts overused due to happiness & misery at the same time, is not a good thing, brain.