i cant picture anyone daydreaming about me. i cant picture someone thinking about me when they’re laying in bed before they fall asleep. i cant picture anyone telling their friends about me. i cant picture anyone getting butterflies because i hugged them, or even just because i made eye contact with them. i cant picture someone smiling because my name lit up their phone. i just cant.
I want to cry because I miss you so much and you don’t even bother to talk to me anymore. I miss you and it hurts seeing you with someone else and all i can do is be silently irritated because I have no right to feel the way i feel. I want to cry because I miss your hugs and forehead kisses and i…
In art class my friend rolled himself in bubble wrap and stayed like that the whole day. When he sat down in our math class the teacher told him to take it off and he didn’t want to so he said “long live the king” and rolled out the door and down the hallway. And all you could hear was the faint popping of the bubblewrap as he rolled away. My teacher never went after him.
its always the math teacher who tells you you cant
I wish I had a someone who would oberserve me silently, who would capture all my habits and quirks, and still love me. Someone that would get lost in how my fine features define my face, while smiling or crying, and still love me.