An Emotional Journey

 abuser packed its backpack full. But i had suspicious it took something mine. I politely and nondescriptly ask it about the contents of one of the sections of the backpack. it willingly shows. nothing sus. then i ask about the bigger section. it forcefully declines. I either sneek a peek or force a peek. ANYWAY when i do i find my books and all it's fury about being searched goes away in an instant. MY BOOKS, BITCH, HOW DARE YOU TAKE WHATS MINE. I pile books on top of it, drop actually. It's turned into a cat, Mulya, this time, but i know it knows what it did and i shouldnt really feel remorse. bc its not a cat.there are people watching this happening. there are not only books in its backpack but also food. my mom's food. I wlll never let it take whats mine (i hope) GOOD DREAM a girl, a neighbour? i think i came to her yesterday irl. we are on a trip. and people went along but we remained, separately, behind. she is naked now, sitting off the road. and i am writing her a m...

 A dream where I am without underwear in class, and its not a dream and i think about how ashamed i was in dreams like that, and how similar the feeling is now, in real life. And how i could just walk with my dick out, but id still feel real weird. And ashamed, in a special way. I decide I might, but then i see Dashka at the first desk and immediately feel and decide that i can not  do it, that she deserves better, that [she deserves to not see my dick for the first time this way], that its not nice to her. I sit down, with some black guy. Looking around for some underpants OR ANYTHING. There seem to be nothing i can put on in a good way. Suddenly - a towel. I wrap it around my loins. It fits me good, i sit back, relax, and the towel sits just right, hiding just enough. Even though it shows the beginning of the crease of my crotch - its fine, even Zhenya wore jeans like that.  I can get up and nobody will be scandalized. I sit back down (or did i get up aat all?) and its ...