Thirty-six years old. Wisconsin. I am a ghost who roams the halls of a technical college. Delete what I add to posts that you want to reblog. I don't care.

I dreamed that I was still waiting around in your life for you to acknowledge a very trivial existence of me. It was a terrible dream. I don’t hate you, I don’t blame you, I don’t even know you. I’m so thankful the nightmare is over.