my best friend’s mom loves me more than my own haha. I swear I left for a second, came back, and there this was.
after all this time, I’m still holding on as if there’s even something to actually hold on to. and it’s sad because you’re there probably without me in a single thought of yours. what am I doing to myself?
i’m not like other girls. actually, i’m nothing like other girls. and that girl u saw get on the bus earlier isn’t like other girls either. it’s surprising, really. it’s almost as if everybody is different from each other. holy shit