I’ve come so far in this past year, but there’s always something holding me back.
I wish I could shrink every person I ever loved and keep them in a box only to pull out when I desperately miss them. One day I’d have a bed full of little people who all knew me too well to stay, and I wouldn’t have to try and remember them anymore. They’d be there, just like I thought they would be.
CREEPY AS FUCK