you give my butterflies…… but not even in a cute way anymore talking to you gives me anxiety and I’m terrified about everything I say I’m so dumb
Does anyone else lie in bed at 2:30am filled with the crippling fear that they’re never going to accomplish anything in life and fail miserably or is that just me
no im just scared of the monster thats under my bed
My birthday’s next week and I’m not even excited.
what’s wrong with me
Update: really happy because a guy told me “you’ll be all mine on your birthday night” we’ll go to a restaurant
he makes me so happy