again and again and again
the thing about it is that you're killing me in the dreams that you always hated and never wanted to hear. i guess i just wasn't really prepared for this to keep going and keep moving away from us but even after life has been happening it still is and now i have to face it. this is so petty on here but where else to put it where you might know? anyway. in the dream we had to run away because i fucked something up (surprise, christ..) but this time you said you'd come with me, even though everyone had stolen your stuff and it was somehow my fault. we jumped into my car and drove down the street but realised we had to stay here and you said you'd sleep in my car with me in my parents' driveway. and then you kissed the top of my head and told me how much you loved me.
then i woke up.
then i woke up.