when you realize that posting for one person on your story is the modern equivalent of gatsby throwing massive parties in hopes that daisy would notice from across the lake.
post-hangout affirmations
-i was normal
-there are at least 2 or 3 people alive
who are worse to spend time with
than me
-no one wants me to die
-nobody noticed when i missed my
mouth a little bit & spilled some diet
coke down my shirt