Intimacy is horrifying.

Basically pulled an smlnjjugghter all nighter …. PhD stuff… god grant me the peace of sleep … but I me have. Sneering … meeting later… @2@::”” ..

Night night… cats…

I’m sad I guess that I spent a good chunk of my younger hot years on the wrong folk, but what can you do? Just learn from it, go through it, move on.

But I still… miss that feeling sometimes. Idk how to explain it. I miss the vulnerability and the uncertainty. I guess I’m just messy :’)

I remember that one winter. It was like.. fucking ages ago, really. I remember feeling so lost emotionally in a city that wasn’t mine. In a bed that wasn’t mine, with someone who wasn’t mine, desperately wanting to be enough for them and still being told I wasn’t. damn I was young.

If you know what happens at this moment in the film, it’s basically that, but for me lol. Anyway… it’s really cold lately here. And idk.