of:
people who don’t call you, the t-shirt from the ex, the insecurities about the way you dance, or sing, the shoes you’ve had in your closet for 6 years and are so raggedy but they still fit, that nagging feeling you’ll die alone.
that one time somebody called you ugly, that one time you got…
incredibly true. It hurts
Yeah I know I need...sleep. Whatever. I liked this.