Subconsicous, you're a Richard.
Dear Subconscious,
Why dost thou torment me so? I'm trying to not think of that person, yet, you always make me dream about them. Good dreams; dreams where I hate their guts; dreams where we bang each other.
Why dost thou torment me so?
Why dost thou torment me so? I'm trying to not think of that person, yet, you always make me dream about them. Good dreams; dreams where I hate their guts; dreams where we bang each other.
Why dost thou torment me so?