Nostalgie.

I'm just a happy teenage girl with a lot of anxiety

Parfois j'oublie que je peux parler en français. Ew.

God, i need a hug from a man with big tits, or whatever they're called... And to get to my fav uni

I dreamt of you again. Ironic, isn't it? You grew up, really. You looked different, yet your voice didn't change, it still echoes through every corner of this tired heart. Your eyes remained my ultimate prison. How do you manage to capture my soul even in a dream? I miss you. I miss you horribly and I know I shouldn't. You barely acknowledged that I was there in the dream. Why do you always hurt me even in my own imagination? I kept running through dark streets that I didn't know, looking for you. But I was met with nothing but loneliness. I bet you forgot about me. I bet you don't think of me anymore, the little loser you dated in your small town. I bet you met better people in your new town that made you forget I exist. And here I am, still running through the alleys of my memory collecting crumbs of you, of a time where I called myself yours, so sure of it. What a fool.

Something about beautiful handwriting, correct grammar, spelling and punctuation turns me on.

This is the first time I don't have Giyuu as my pfp. I don't recognize myself lol.

I miss you so much. My soul is craving you, and here I am writing these sad pathetic words here because I can't bring myself to talk to you after you ruined my life. I have lost a piece of myself the day I lost you because you've taken every single innocent and loving part of me with you. I wish I could make you stop appearing in my dreams. I wish your name didn't make my heart skip a beat. I wish I wasn't looking for you in everyone else. I wish I didn't write your name to try a new pen. I wish I wasn't ready to love every part of you even the ones you thought were ugly but they're just as lovable for me. I wish I could hug you, kiss you, play with your hair and make you forget how draining this life is. I wish I could feel you touch me like I dreamed of. Yet I wish I could forget you. I wish you didn't cheat on me when I thought you were in trouble with your family and tried to reach you in every possible way. I wish you didn't threaten me to take pictures of my body without my consent and post them. I wish you didn't make everyone hate me. I wish you didn't hurt my friends. I wish you didn't follow me home. I wish you didn't stalk me. I wish you were here with me, the same 15 yo boy I knew in class, exchanging letters through tables, staying up all night talking. I wish you got to read the poems I wrote about your eyes, oh your beautiful brown eyes. I still see them when I close my eyes. Even though your voice is a faint memory in my head, your eyes remain ingrained in the back of my eyelids. How you looked at me like I hung the stars, like I was the person you loved most. What happened? Why did you leave me when I loved you most? Why did you have to tell me that you didn't love me that day? It still rings in my ear. It still makes me feel fucking miserable. I missed you more than anything .You'll probably never read this because I know you don't use this app, because I'm a coward who can't send this to you.

Am I horny or am I trying to escape my head and feel a rush of dopamine and oxytocin as if I'm loved for once

I wish I could be someone my parents can be proud of and show off to the world