I constantly get the feelings of wanting to see how you’re doing but I’m afraid things won’t be the same anymore. I’m afraid the feeling isn’t mutual and that maybe you’re doing just fine without me. And that maybe when I do decide to, I somewhat ruin your mood, or day. And I hate it. Stuck between waiting for something to happen yet not wanting it to happen. Contemplating on talking to you or seeing you and I have no idea what on earth is stopping me. Randomly seeing you appear on one of my social networks or bumping into you spontaneously makes me feel weird. I can’t even explain it.
Strange. How my body feels like it’s failing itself, constantly being worn out due to insufficient sleep yet it can never let itself sleep for more than three-four hours a night.
Two more sleeps until I can finally see Dash Berlin… if I can even fall asleep.
Eating my feelings away because no one understands me more than my food
ah yes its june i successfully wasted 5 months of the year again