So I realized that I’m actually quite upset that I don’t get to spend New Years with my boyfriend. Missing someone in this kind of way is foreign and uncomfortable and it should leave me alone.
DO YOU EVER FEEL
LIEK A PLASTIUC BAG DRIFITING THRU THE WIND WANNING TO START again
what if the plastic bag is a psychopath, who is on a mission to sufficate all of the small children of the world?
If the above is true, then yes, I do occasionally feel like a plastic bag.
- the boy and the girl do not have a conversation
- love does not exist
- you're going to die some day