I was having a good fucking dream and my mom fucked it up and started knocking on my door telling me to get up despite the fact that it's a fucking weekend and I don't have anything to do today.
It wasn't necessarily a happy dream, but it was a meaningful one.
In it, all my old friends had found out about the shit I've done online and they came to confront me and call me a Nazi and whatnot.
It was such a smooth back and forth argument but I was actually starting to build up to fucking unleashing years of how I've felt on those fuckers, I know it would've been so fucking cathartic and it would've strengthened my sense of self, I could feel it in my bones.
So much random pondering and years of subconsciously processing my 'friendship' with those faggots lead up to this, it would've actually given me some of the benefits that therapy supposedly does, would've certainly been a top 5 dream OAT but it was ripped away right before the climax because my fucking mom decided I had to wake up now despite no appointments scheduled, no work to be done, and no breakfast ready.
It wasn't necessarily a happy dream, but it was a meaningful one.
In it, all my old friends had found out about the shit I've done online and they came to confront me and call me a Nazi and whatnot.
It was such a smooth back and forth argument but I was actually starting to build up to fucking unleashing years of how I've felt on those fuckers, I know it would've been so fucking cathartic and it would've strengthened my sense of self, I could feel it in my bones.
So much random pondering and years of subconsciously processing my 'friendship' with those faggots lead up to this, it would've actually given me some of the benefits that therapy supposedly does, would've certainly been a top 5 dream OAT but it was ripped away right before the climax because my fucking mom decided I had to wake up now despite no appointments scheduled, no work to be done, and no breakfast ready.
