"Legends say that when you can't sleep at night, its because you're awake in someone else's dream"

Could this be true? Could this be why I'm finding it harder than sudoku to go to sleep? Are you thinking of me? Am I haunting you in your dreams? Are you finding it difficult to sleep too? Rolling around aimlessly hoping that my silhouette would appear? I wish you would...
I think I miss you.. Just a little bit.. But enough to make me feel crazy. Do you ever think about me? Tbh are you ever not high or sober... Do you know how much you upset me? You always said the last thing you ever wanted to do was to hurt me, but why am I still hurting then? Why am I still going crazy over you?
You fucked up big time. Part of me can't forget how much of a douche you were. But part of me remembers how sweet and cute you were too. I honestly don't know which is the real you. The real Duarte. The jerk ass crackhead who pretends to be "cool" and smokes a fuck load of shit all day? Or the dorky, childish guy who would whine about going to bed? The one that would laugh at his own lame ass joke, the one where the fish has no eyes...

Who are you? I know who I liked.. But which one of you liked me? Or did any of you like me? Was it all an act to get in my pants? Please fucking tell me.