This morning I woke up in sort of a shitty mood. My roommates gone I have the place to myself but all I want to do is go on tumblr on my phone. I still dream about my ex. She’s in there somewhere. The worst dreams are when I see her and reach out for her like I want her back. Or like she never left. I just feel more hollow each passing day like my soul is leaking out my butt. I have a lot to be happy about, thankful about. Great friends and a cool spot in a big city. But maybe that intimidates me. I just don’t like being an adult I just like watching movies on couches with girls. But now I don’t have a mom to bring us fanta and rice krispie squares. I’m just me now. Kinda sucks but I’ll do alright.