trying // dnf

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i fell asleep on my hand so much in class that my fingers have given up and now my pinky and ring finger won't wake up (: um so the letter a has to be typed by my pointer :) being a writer has never been so hard i stg

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Dream thought he was over George, he really did. He had a nice day - he played with Patches, he called his mom and his sister to say hi, he went on the SMP with Tommyinnit, Tubbo and Quackity and made their streams 10x funnier (in his opinion anyways). 

He flopped into his bed at 10:30, shifted around a little till he was comfortable, stretched his arms on his pillow beside him, and let out a relaxed sigh. 

The crashing wave of pain came fast. His room had never sounded quieter, his bed had never felt emptier, his life had never felt lonelier. He suddenly saw his life laid out in front of him. Waking up tomorrow from Patches, eating breakfast alone, just like today. Sure, there was nothing wrong with how today had gone, but it definitely lacked something. 

It lacked George.

He didn't want to go the rest of his life without George. He had to fix this.

Dre: hey

To his surprise, George answered fast. 

Jorj: hi

How could he tell George how he felt? How could he get George to see that he loved him, but it was entirely okay if George didn't feel the same way, and if George did that would be amazing but he's not going to force anything, and he doesn't really feel that way, not if George doesn't-

Dream let out a sigh. 

Dre: i'm not gonna lie, i miss you

Jorj: i miss you too. we didn't text all day. 

Dre: i know

Jorj: it sucked

Dre: i'm sorry. i thought you were mad at me. i didn't want to push you into conversation yk

Jorj: i'm not mad

Dream closed his eyes, and felt an immense weight lift off his chest. George wasn't mad at him. George missed him. George wanted to talk to him. 

Dre: listen, i had fun with you while you were here, but i'm gonna be honest, that's not really how i'd like our first irl meet up to go 

Jorj: i had fun too

Dre: so what if you came back? just redo the whole thing. 

Jorj: i like that idea. but can sapnap be there? 

Dre: sure

Jorj: i'll buy the plane tickets. this time when i come to the airport can you not jump on me?

Dre: you know i can't promise that

Jorj: i hate you. coming over this weekend.

Dre: i'll get sapnap. bye dumdum

Jorj: bye stupidhead

Sapnap didn't text back, he was probably asleep. Dream put his phone back down onto his nighttable, and felt himself grin. He turned over onto his side. He was relieved. George wasn't mad at him. George didn't hate him. George was coming back. And he was going to meet Sapnap, too. 

He fell asleep grinning.

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i really think i wrecked my hand but whatever it's not my dominant hand it'll be fine 

i read heat waves the other day and i'm still obsessed with the song tbh 

it's genuinely very good