I had a sinful, steamy and hellish dream last night. Good gracious, why must it be you? Now I can’t erase the images out from this medula oblongata of mine.

Tho I did admit I enjoyed every fraction of that gloriously affectionate moment.

Devastated I was but you provided me with the most satisfaction I ever felt despite of it being a plain dream. Can I just resume dreaming? I don’t wanna wake up. I’m a fool, daft and stupid soul in this real world.


I make you angry. I’m sorry. I seriously am. Please don’t get mad, I can’t bear that feeling. I feel like crying. I feel like sleeping and never wake up. Embraced by the blanket, engulfed by the feeling of guilt.

p.s. I miss Jamie so much.