ozeia: “I’m sitting here staring at this blank fucking page, thinking about how messed up it is, tha
ozeia: “I’m sitting here staring at this blank fucking page, thinking about how messed up it is, that I hate your guts, yet I think about you all the time, it’s unhealthy how much I think about you, this whole night all I’ve been thinking about is how perfect we could be. Because we really could be. We could be perfect” (please do not delete the caption) Literally what the fuck I was actually 15 when I wrote this -- source link