I'm just existing everyday to someday be lucky enough to say, "I'm living." 21 y/o cis straight male | Chicago | Anti-social & socially anxious bookworm | nsfw at times
whenever anyone mentions that they were talking abt me I get this weird but kind of comforting feeling that I exist to a person outside of our own relationship,, like?? u talked abt me??? u thought of me when I wasn’t there????? i exist to u when I’m not around????!!!!!!?