being an insomniac is actually so silly goofy hehe bcuz i be up at 4 am going through the five stages of grief then later thinking about how i want to lick my failed situationships his abs
sometimes while im sitting on my balcony at dusk overlooking my tiny hill-station city eating my bright blue bubblegum flavored ice cream i cant help but think that no matter how many boys break my heart ill always have moments like these
maybe im destined to a life of mediocrity and half truths and lollipops covered in ants and overcooked pasta and dried out pens and torn sketchbooks with everyones name on them but mine