Someone buy me that. PLEASE.
I can’t stand it to think my life is going so fast and I’m not really living it.
One of the best feelings is knowing that you’re wanted. Knowing that someone wants to talk to you, wants to know how you’re doing, or wants to see you. Whether they pick up the phone to send you a quick text or stop by your house to catch up, someone or something reminded them of you specifically. It just feels really nice to know that you’ve been on someone’s mind and that they care enough to let you know that.
crawling my way to the end of this semester
I hate texting. I really do. I find 99% of people boring so I never reply unless I really have to. But damn, when I like someone I text that mother fucker til my phone runs out of battery.
The older I get, the less happy I become. I’m not a bitter person, I think I’m just starting to accept reality.