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.
single greatest insult to ever come out of a reunion
no actually do this guys i want more internet friends
Im so grateful to enjoy going to work and doing what I do. For once, Im not a miserable bitch.