i honestly doubt anyone has ever actually had a crush on me. like the thought of someone’s heart speeding up and then getting giddy at the thought of ME is just out of this World
there’s a level of depression where you don’t want to die, you just stop feeling particularly attached to being alive. You still make plans. Still laugh. Still show up. You’re just watching life happen instead of feeling inside of it
Is no one concerned that its still 20°c in October? Like why am i still able to leave the house without a jacket of any kind? Why has it been like this since March?