I had another dream with the ex in it.

I don't remember everything, but I do remember I was an adjunct professor or something and he was in my class.  Why, I have absolutely no idea.  There was a test, and he only answered one of the questions.  The rest were left blank.  I was very short with him, but then people left and he was trying to explain to me that an emergency happened the night before and he wasn't able to study.  I remarked that that isn't an excuse, because he had more time.

But then he started going into what that emergency was.  I don't remember what it was, but I remember that I ended up feeling bad for him.

Some of the other details are a little fuzzy, but I know we got back together because there was a lot of kissing and hugging and hand holding and all that stupid shit.

And I woke up not too pleased.  I'm actually really kind of sad right now and fuck.  I went a few days with no dreams of him; why did I need to have one now?

I really just hate this.  I hate seeing him at night and thinking about him sometimes in the daytime and I just hate it and I want it all to stop.  Luckily, I haven't been thinking about him as much as I used to, but he still pops up, and then I can't help the stuff when I'm asleep.


I kind of want to disappear right now.