Had another one of those bizarre dreams; that kind where you imagine someone is laying down right next to you. It was my ex lover, that person I had so much to say to before our relationship crumbled but never did and will never get the chance to do so. Maybe that’s why I dream about her so much, I think we both felt there was something left we could’ve held onto. So now here I am dreaming about the good times we had.. holding her, kissing he passionately, so many memories of our souls connecting as one.. also it’s funny, how much I hate to relive memories like that but I lay in bed for as long as I can to try and prolong my dreams just to feel some sort of stimulation in my life, because often they occur near the end of the REM cycle and I’m usually drifting in and out sleep. How pathetic I am that I still masturbate to the dead memories I have of her. I am such a fucking loser. Well, just another night in my fucked up life I suppose….