life is so fcking weird
i saw some guy pop up in my instagram algo last night recommended
someone from highschool
super weird dude. our friend group used to bully him. would make jokes that he has aids.
i peeped his page. was hype to see he was doing well nowadays. had a
i genuinely had weird feelings last night when i saw his profile. like holy shit this dude is just another human living life and i used to (with other friend group obviously) just dog on this man and bully him for no reason like why. negativity? what a stupid fucking concept.
s*x is cool and all but have you ever been called a good boy in an endearing way with adorable supportive eyes looking at you beaming all the love in the world into your soul?
the fuckboy urge to drive down and drop off every single sentiment i have of hers
the scrapbook in particular.
i could not open this book again even if i wanted to. even if i was paid to.
i cannot dispose of this book. even if i wanted to. even if i was paid to.
crazy how one day we'll both be happily married, eating dinner with our partners and our lil kids. and forget about all these feelings that once filled our entire days.
i guess embrace it while we have it