tired of being down, i got no fight

I had this dream last night- the weirdest thing. The realest dream I've ever had. Part of the reality of it was that it took place in Roman's house, and every now and then dream-me would think "Why isn't Roman at her own house?" and then real-me would open my eyes (in my sleep) and see her sleeping on the couch, then I'd fall back into the dream, completely believing every bit of it.

In the dream you and I got some things ironed out, I think. I wished it was real.

But at the same time, I was glad that it wasn't.. because it ended with the two of us locked outside of a building in the pouring rain and no shoes.




I'm growing so sick of the people who have what I want and don't seem to appreciate.