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I had a dream last night. It was about spence, I know this journal has become the "Abby whines all emo like about her broken heart" chronicles, but this is the only place I can talk about it.
Anyway. In the dream I was in class and Spence came up to the person sitting behind me and told him that he has proposed to Sam. I went sprinting out of the room and Spence ran after me. For some reason I was running down the hall in the high school, the one past the guidance office along side the auditorium and the cafeteria. I couldn't remember where the bathroom was so I just kept running till I found one. The whole time Spence was running after me calling me. I made it into the bathroom, locked myself in a stall and broke down.
I woke up crying.
I've been cleaning a lot these days. Everything. Moping, cleaning the windows. And cooking, I made a pie, homemade crust and all. I think that when I'm being domestic I don't think about him as much, I think about that spot I can't get out or making the crust just flakey enough.
I check the mail everyday. On the off chance that he might write. He's not going to, of course. He wants nothing to with me.
Anyway. In the dream I was in class and Spence came up to the person sitting behind me and told him that he has proposed to Sam. I went sprinting out of the room and Spence ran after me. For some reason I was running down the hall in the high school, the one past the guidance office along side the auditorium and the cafeteria. I couldn't remember where the bathroom was so I just kept running till I found one. The whole time Spence was running after me calling me. I made it into the bathroom, locked myself in a stall and broke down.
I woke up crying.
I've been cleaning a lot these days. Everything. Moping, cleaning the windows. And cooking, I made a pie, homemade crust and all. I think that when I'm being domestic I don't think about him as much, I think about that spot I can't get out or making the crust just flakey enough.
I check the mail everyday. On the off chance that he might write. He's not going to, of course. He wants nothing to with me.