i'm (probably) just reading into this too much. waaaaay way much.



my imagination really will be the death of me.



it's hard not to assume anything when a person has made a mark on you. if someone else does the same thing, it will be of no meaning. but if it's you, it suddenly feels special and different.



biases. ugh. driving me nuts.



i don't want to hope for anything anymore. it's just going to break my heart.