I dreamt of you. again. you and i. together, again. only this time i was simply watching. you were engrossed in yourself. literally. short bus style. it was all about you and your pleasure. until you finally finished yourself and swallowed. it has been a perfect reminder of how little i meant to you. our kooky strange thing was all about you and your pleasure. not once did you even think of me and what i wanted, liked, or felt. yah. i don’t think kindly of you and our kst anymore. ok..i do think about you but then i throw up in my mouth a little. have a great life mister.