Woke up from a dream and he was in it again. We made up as friends. I woke up with a terrible sense of loss. Perhaps I’m not angry because of the fuckery and the drama - I’m just hurt that I lost a good friend, and I expected more than being thrown aside and ignored after being stabbed in the back.

…Fuck sleep! Actually, no. Fuck him. Ball was on his side of the court, and he dropped it.

Perhaps I’ll draw and reduce the poison.