Cheapskate!

I was sweating through my socks. I had a dream that you hardlaunched a new relationship with some guy. You had gone to Disney World (™) without me. The new guy was some man my brain had made up, but I knew, once I was awake, that you would never do that. Reason #1: You're still pretending to be straight. #2, You're afraid of rides. #3: Orlando, Florida, is too hot. #4: You're a penny-pinching accountant, cheapskate! Even if I told the Real You (™) about this, called you, and said I had this jealous dream because I still loved you. You would say, “Oh,” ghost your fingers over your keyboard, then ask, “Want to start another game of Civ 6?” I don't know why I'm so unhappy. I could just be more forward and tell everyone that I'm in another depressive episode. I could try streaming to an audience of three, playing Balatro. Who knew being a professional gamer e-boy would be so hard? Something is seriously wrong.