I'm tired of taking shit from friends. And if that means I won't have any, I don't give a shit right now.

I had a dream I was in love with a man wearing a mask which was something between Kiss and some kind of monsters. When he removed the mask, I was enchanted. He was incredibly handsome, had that kind of beauty that nobody else likes apart from me: a primitive savageness and slightly scary at the same time.  I was so tiny next to him, as if he was Conan the barbarian, without the whole muscle pump, and was quite older than me.  The monster protected me and also decided for everything which made me feel inexplicably secure. I was a damsel in distress and he was my protector.
Diagnose: Daddy issues. Either this or I should had married a rich powerful mafia guy.