My dreams.... The only things I felt I had.... My "friends" always told me of theirs that are about unicorns or their dream boys and all that crap. Mine.... they were different.... Mine were about war, and men fighting and about a man who wanted to attack, like a cat seeing its prey... a mouse I was and the preitor he was...
When those girls asked me of mine dreams, all I said to them was that I don't get them...
Friends.... how pitiful for me to really think that I had some.... to honestly believe that people liked me.... I laugh at my stupity inside....
Last edited by Black Wings; 12-02-2008 at 08:20 PM.
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