I hate this feeling. Like I’m here, but I’m not. Like someone cares. But they don’t. Like I belong somewhere else, anywhere but here, and escape lies just past that snowy window, cool and crisp as the February air.
Anonymous: I know I am not supposed to wish you here but HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BEAUTIFUL. I LOVE YOU!
Omg, thank you. I appreciate it a lot, Anon. I wish I knew who hides behind all these sweet messages :’>