It's just a dream

So, after more than a year I think i dreamed him. And by him I mean HIM. And it was beautiful, it was like nothing bad had ever happened. He was like I though he was before I knew how he actually is. He was cute and not too smooth, a little bit rough but incredibily soft. He was sitting on the couch next to me.
and he was pure.

LOL

It's funny actually. I write here in english(kinda). And SHE, I mean she thinks she showed me the truth: that i can't speak english. I don't wanna sound too-confident... but I know I do understand english even if my writing sucks.
Everyone says "I don't care" but they do care, and I care a lot because that's the only thing I have left.

//Finding the way//

Goodnight. Wiriting about my life isn't a good way to live it.
What do I have to do?
Read.