dear hearing the shit diary,
seeing him slide in next to me like he used to, even in my dream, made me feel nervous but excited. i wanted to strangle him, but the two hundred or so people around me prevented this from actually happening, so i hugged the dressed up man in the black jacket who said i smelled like a dream. the reasons then started flowing like water and i couldn't shut the spout off and that is all i wanted to do. i didn't want to hear why, i never did, but i always had to, but not this time, not in this dream. suddenly a tray of cookies appeared and i scooted them over to fill up the man's mouth and ran out. i found my way to my first car parked around the back of the building. my first car- in perfect condition- waiting for me. i got in and left. then- i woke up and had myself a cookie.
