locked up

i keep having the same dreams. but even in my dream, i know i am dreaming.

since he closed the doors, i can too.

its his lost. he doesnt want me? screw him! fuck him! if i knew how to spell curse words in his language i would write it down.

but its all the rest of the world too. i dont think i will ever do this again. the romantic in me has died. for i dont want to ever hurt like that again.