every now and then i will remember a short blip of a dream wherein an ex- or some entirely made-up woman is sitting there. forget memories of actual time spent on roadtrips with an enjoyable companion.
blah! [perhaps blargh(?)] stupid memories. i should go shoot myself. and by go shoot myself, i clearly mean go eat three small packs of fruit snacks, which i have now done. so maybe, sleep(?).
just 'cause you feel it doesn't mean it's there.