I think the problem is that I’ve always been told that I was a special girl by my family. A special kind of beauty, a special kind of smart, a special kind of ethereal walking around. At the age of 23, I don’t believe it was all true at all. I don’t think people notice me in rooms full of people nor think I’m the most interesting person there. I just exist on my own and watch people have fun with who they think is the most special person for them. But I lost hope that I’ll ever find one for me or find someone who truly see me.

there is absolutely no song in this universe that feels like hold on by the internet. it’s fragile, it’s intimate, it’s vulnerable. it sounds like a secret between you and me, but you’re not real. i trust you and i love you. i want you and i know you will leave me but you’re not real.

hold on by the internet is for the dreamers. it is for the ones who seek for an intimate, delicate love. it’s for the girls with secrets, it’s for the loners. the girls who stay up all night thinking, thinking and wondering. it’s for me. it’s for you.