I just had a dream/nightmare where an ex-lady friend of mine sent me a 4 page letter, front-to-back, on why we can’t be together. All valid points lol. I read 3 and a half pages before I woke up. Talk about depressing shit. And it’s not like we just broke up. I haven’t dated in 16 years or more. What the hell is my brain trying to say after all this time. That I’m unfuckin’ datable? I can actually partly agree with that. I still act like a teenager 90% of the time. I don’t know. This woman still gets to me after all this time. Sometimes I feel like the Creedence song “I Put a Spell On You” is playing in the background whenever I think about her. *cue Twilight Zone music*

And I’m out.