I don’t want anything from you, at all. I just want to be the person you choose to sit next to in a room full with all the people you have known.
I wonder how many people don’t get the one they want, but end up with the one they’re supposed to be with.
Care about what other people think and you will always be their prisoner.
I have 2 moods.
1. I’m too high for this shit.
2. I’m not high enough for this shit.