You’ll be happy. Right? Ill be happy. Right? maybe the universe will reunite us someday.
Confused, to say the least. I use social networks to dissect your every thought without coming in contact with you. I create this world, this evil world, where everything you say or take a picture of is, in some way, a malicious act against me. or maybe I just wish you’re thinking about me. Even if it is insulting. at least i’m alive to you. We don’t talk, i’m scared too. I’m scared of what i’ll say or what i’ll do, obvi. I guess that’s okay. I wish you the best. I want you to be happy. I want us to be happy. I’ve never been good at flipping pages through to the next chapter of my life. I always catch myself re-reading my favorite parts over and over again. And you are my favorite. thus far.