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it had been a long time, longer than he'd like to admit, that dream has experienced true and honest physical contact. loving physical contact. the kind that fills you with the warm satisfaction of being cared about. the kind that reminds you it's important to be alive. dream blamed this on quarantine. dream has started blaming a lot of things on quarantine though.
he had been planning on moving, but quarantine ruined that, not the fact that he had been too lazy to pack in time. he had truly wanted to go visit his friends in england, quarantine ruined that, not the fear that they'd hate him. he had wanted to do a face reveal at a convention, quarantine ruined that, not him feeling that the internet would turn against him if they knew what he looked like. not that he thought he'd suddenly be uninteresting. not that he he thought everyone was going to eventually turn against him.
he didn't like blaming things on himself though. he was too cocky to blame himself. he already felt enough self deprivation, so he never blamed himself. he acted strong and tough, like he could deal with the real world, but he knew he couldn't, so he sat back and made money off of play video games for people's entertainment. he thought he was going to work at an animal shelter when he was older. he never thought he'd have to sit at his computer all day just to make money. he also never thought he'd have to pay an old friend so that they wouldn't release blackmail material they had against him.