so. as I sit here with my heart throbbing from all the pure love being passed around, I can't help but think how much love we share. isn't it odd? we love each other so much, at least i know I do. but the tragedy is how none of us will ever know how much we truly mean to each other. if I'm being honest, I find so much comfort in people. I hate being alone. when I talk to someone about anything, gosh, it fills my heart to the brim. all I could ever want is to keep you all with me forever. I'd rather love you all for eternity from my phone than remind myself of the nightmare that's outside, society, the ugly society. gosh. I miss the old world? when nobody had "flaws, " "imperfections, "... because it was an era of such truth. there are no imperfections on earth, and everyone is perfect. because everyone is different. I know so many people who are broken by the words of others and the words from their heads, but oh, the things I would do to let them see how I see them through my eyes.
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Short Storybasically.... this is for when I'm feeling sentimental. this is a book for deep feelings... all sorts... things that are hard to describe, and little stories I've made, (txt ship oneshots)
