···I dreamt her last night again. After so many months without even imagining her in less than a week I¿I've dreamt her twice. She had changed though, almost the same but some details were different, her hair was short again, she had lost weight, a lot, and looked great.

···I dreamt we were at a house of some relatives of mine. I had snuck into her room and we had incredible sex, we had to do it on the floor because the be was to noisy. Apparently, we knew this already. I went out of her room so nobody would suspect a thing and went into mine to sleep planning to wake up a couple of hours later and surprise her in the middle of the night the way I used to do when I spent the night at her place. Unfortunately I ended sleeping in until later afternoon and missed a plane I was supposed to take, I have no idea where.

···I don't what these dreams anymore. My sexual frustration does not improve with dreams like these, I'd rather be cold and collected. Sleep is supposed to be my only private sanctum but, as it seems, even that has been breached.

···I need a fucking break from all these people I'm gonna end up hating.