I've stopped feeling things. I go over to my sisters house today. She knows what's happened. She talks to me about it. She tells me she did the exact same thing, and to not tell anyone because the only three that know now are me, her, and her husband. So now I know what it was. She missed me. Yeah, good fucking excuse. I miss you too. So now I can go fuck some girls, so I can try to get over you. Yeah, I love you too. She missed me, and wanted to feel something other than the loss. I could care less. Like I said, I am devoid of all emotions. How do I feel about the sudden apathy? I don't. I don't feel. So I go inside, play some video games with my brother in law.
I realize that I miss her voice. Make plans to call her.
I dial the number, then just shoot her a text saying I had to go to bed. Parents were taking my phone.
They weren't.
That night, the second dream. His name was Tristan Perry. I wake up at 1:30, my knuckles are bleeding. I must have chewed on them in my sleep. I get up, clean them off and bandage them.
Get back in bed.
Don't sleep.
That night, the second dream. His name was Tristan Perry. I wake up at 1:30, my knuckles are bleeding. I must have chewed on them in my sleep. I get up, clean them off and bandage them.
Get back in bed.
Don't sleep.
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