I'm not actually sure how much of yesterday was real.
I got super high, like super high. It wasn't my fault. I don't know what the fuck was in those pills, but I don't think I've ever been that stoned in my life.
I had a wet dream about Gerard, and then I woke up and he was actually there, I think. He let me hump his leg because I was too stoned to do anything. I seriously felt like a rock yesterday. Then we made out, and I got hard again, and because he's the nicest boyfriend ever he let me hump his leg again. And then he stole some of my pants.
I fell asleep before he left, so I'm not actually sure if that really happened. I guess I'm gonna find out. I'll ask him.