So I had a dream last night
that I double majored in philosophy and french. It’s almost appealing.
Hello old self,
it’s nice to see you again.
I’m dying to know, do you do you like dreaming of things so impossible,...
I can still feel the sting of the strawberry vodka on my lips. nausea rises as i stroll through the quiet campus. it’s nice to wear winter boots again, the bite of the teasing winter sends shivers through my body. its the only thing that can make me feel alive right now. I am not as strong as I lead everyone on to believe, I guess.