going through my archives from 2010 while listening to Mumford & Sons is ten different kinds of emotional suicide because that was one of the last times I had any sort of romantic feelings for someone
I can’t even describe how much I miss 2010
like that shouldn’t be a thing considering I now live in a fairly large city but it’s been over a year since I got here and I can pretty much guarantee there isn’t a single person in this city that I could ever possibly like or who could possibly like me
ah, the sweet sting of loneliness
so great
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