never_began0911
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So, I think this is partly my fault because, it’s been raining nonstop for about the past 4 or 5 days where I live, and at night, when I’m about to sleep, I love to just fantasize about having a girlfriend, cuddle under the covers and just hug each other while it’s cold and raining outside.
And for the past 4 days, I’ve been dreaming about having a girlfriend daily. The dreams are just what a normal person who has a girlfriend would do. Think about what you’d like to do if you had a girlfriend, well, those are my dreams, quite literally, and I just feel so happy while dreaming about it; they’re not lucid dreams, because I’m not aware I’m dreaming. Yes, me and my dream girlfriend have had beautiful sex on my dreams and it feels amazing, I can’t even imagine what it would feel to actually have sex with a real girl; pure, intoxicating chemical release, I’d bet it’s better than heroin. Either way, every single fucking time I wake up, I go through the stages of confusion, anguish and nostalgia. How would you feel if you had what you've always wished for taken away in seconds? I wake up and realize I’m still the same unfuckable, short, overweight genetic dead end I’ve always been and I keep thinking about the dream for the rest of the day.
I wish I could go to sleep and live my dreams forever.
And for the past 4 days, I’ve been dreaming about having a girlfriend daily. The dreams are just what a normal person who has a girlfriend would do. Think about what you’d like to do if you had a girlfriend, well, those are my dreams, quite literally, and I just feel so happy while dreaming about it; they’re not lucid dreams, because I’m not aware I’m dreaming. Yes, me and my dream girlfriend have had beautiful sex on my dreams and it feels amazing, I can’t even imagine what it would feel to actually have sex with a real girl; pure, intoxicating chemical release, I’d bet it’s better than heroin. Either way, every single fucking time I wake up, I go through the stages of confusion, anguish and nostalgia. How would you feel if you had what you've always wished for taken away in seconds? I wake up and realize I’m still the same unfuckable, short, overweight genetic dead end I’ve always been and I keep thinking about the dream for the rest of the day.
I wish I could go to sleep and live my dreams forever.





