God dammit, I had a really bad dream last night. I think so, let's say. Maybe I was just drunk as a skunk, though. Or - simply both.
At least, I hope it was a dream. I'm not sure though to be honest - since, yeah, drunk as a skunk, that should explain it. It wasn't even a nightmare ... it was nice, actually. God dammit, it was great, let's be honest.
It still has been a dream. Hopefully, Damn, I'm so confused. If it wasn't a dream, I might have just done one of the biggest mistakes in my life.
No no. I did not. Nobody knows. Nobody will ever know. Everything's fine, for god's sake, calm yourself down, Elena. Just go and talk to Nick about it ASAP. Maybe he doesn't even remember it. Or, you know - maybe it's just been a dream.
I need to go to John now. Spending time with him always helped alot. Hopefully this time as well.
