Thanks for hanging out with me! Was I cool? did you like me? What do you think of me in detail? Do you hate me?
when I see a time stamp in a post that says 2018 I get an unexplainable longing in my chest for what could have been and then I want to cry but I also know it couldn’t have been because I have always been stupidly naive and I don’t know what I’m doing usually and time doesn’t wait for me lmao
nothing really feels real. I wonder sometimes if any of this is real
Am I real? Is anyone else real?
I wish it was all a dream. I don’t want this. I want to wake up from it.
nothing really feels real. I wonder sometimes if any of this is real
Am I real? Is anyone else real?







