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So ya, and then in my dream she had the balls to say "at least we're talking again"...
made me so angry, I wanted to scream.

So in my dream, I woke up, and I was in bed, and somehow my throat got cut, so I was gushing blood everywhere. My reaction:

Meh, whatever. I layed back down, I remember hearing a plane over head and thinking " i hope that crashes into my house and I die."

Then today, one of the people from J&H txted me saying they quit (a friend who I talked to about Cassie a bunch when we broke up). I hadn't heard from her from a long time and I thought she hated me, but I don't know why.

So we're going to go for coffee on thursday and catch up, should be good. but there's another thing that brings back the memory of Cassie. Why can't I just find happiness? Am I being unreasonable? What am I doing wrong?

any feedback would be greatly appreciated.