my parachute didn't open.
comfortable in melodrama. I've never loved sweaters and purple nailpolish more than I do at this moment. cupcakes are my comfort food, it's alright, you can be envious of my blatantly silly ego. relating everything back to the real world and I've decided to stop. revel in the mystery and say no to your instincts.
I don't take pictures without my glasses anymore, you can see the bags under my eyes more clearly. they look so squinty and sad.