I'm thinking about my dream last night as I wait for the boy that doesn't care. I normally don't dream of people that I know. I normally make someone up. Someone that I will never meet. Someone I'll never have to look at awkwardly because my dream has made me feel something. nothing. everything. The boy that doesn't care is sitting with unfortunate posture and my arms are full of trash. Trash that I don't care about. I never cared about. There's nothing special about the way he glances up when I stand infront of him. I want to tell you what I dreamt of last night. I can still feel her tongue in my mouth. -Amanda