You’re cute and I’m feeling tipsy and fuck you because I want to be calling you right now, laughing, but instead I’m sitting in denial with all the lights on making everything seem brighter than it really is. The world is so dark, or at least it is inside my head; and for a second you made it seem a little better. But then I remembered I’m nothing special and I’d be far too lucky if I meant anything to you.
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