I can’t picture anyone daydreaming about me. I can’t picture someone thinking about me when they’re laying in bed before they fall asleep. I can’t picture anyone telling their friends about me. I can’t picture anyone getting butterflies because I hugged them, or even just because I made eye contact with them. I can’t picture someone smiling because my name lit up their phone. I just can’t.
Saturday May 5 @ 11:51pm
Maggie | Junior | MA | Pop-Punk
"'I am both happy and sad at the same time, and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be."
