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[retro_geek]

I had a horrible dream last night, in which a boy whom I once cared very deeply about put all the messages I had ever sent to him up online for his friends to mock. When I woke up, I felt so distressed that I had to check my outbox to check I had never sent him anything that I would now regret. I haven't. But still.

Burn your love letters, darlings.


I wonder what Freud's interpretation of my dream would be?

Comments

[xandratheblue.livejournal.com]

*hugs* Nasty dream. If said boy ever does so, there will be burlap sackings. Promise.

[lexeleven.livejournal.com]

All my old love letters are in a box back in london. I can't bare the read them, but also can't bare to throw them away. It's like there's a curse on them, I don't want to touch them.