Saturday, August 17, 2024

You responded. You sent things. I don't know what this means, I shouldn't get my hopes up... I know I shouldn't, but I can't help it. You're the only person in this life I want. I could be setting myself up for failure and to be honest, I'm scared out of my fucking mind.
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