That’s why I don’t want to chat with my ex

Last night I had this ugly nightmare, I felt like I didn’t rested in the whole night. Right now I don’t remember what it was about but it sucked donkey’s ass. Of course my ex was in the nightmare, and he was cheating on me or something like that, it felt awful, one of the things I remember when I woke up in the morning is… I said to myself “no wonder why I feel so bad about it, because it affected me so much”.

And the worst thing is that actually we didn’t chatted at all. Cause it’s more like a one way thing, I say long phrases and he answers me with monosylables, I don’t even understand why he would bother to talk with me, I guess he needed something…

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