Why must I dream of hanging out all day with the one who ultimately didn't care about me or anyone else in the end, no matter how many times before they told me "I love you" or "You're my closest friend" over the years? I even kept having thoughts creeping in during the dream, asking myself "Why am I hanging out with them, I don't forgive them" from time to time. Ultimately I woke up before I was able to come to my senses. I'm tired of them occupying my mind. They didn't deserve my love if they were so easily able to abandon the years of being there for each other. The years of me being there for every intense depressive mood and phase, working them through their past trauma until they were free from the shackles of hating themselves. And what I got in return? Once they were free from their shackles, I guess they didn't need me anymore. And they didn't care to be there for me when I happened to be down. So they just spread their wings and left. They left everyone, they had gotten bored of all the friends they made and wanted to start fresh. Years of my damn passion and love fucking wasted