I'm a Fangirl. Can you really blame me?

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I had this dream.

I was in a bar of some sorts. Maybe it was one abroad because we were talking pure English. Not even a crack of Kriol.

Now, I don't drink so you can see where this dream is weird. Why would I go to a bar to just sit around and order virgin drinks? I could make those myself at home. But anyway

I was in a bar just talking to the bartender and watching him make drinks. The bartender went to serve another person, a teenager, probably the same age as me.

He sent a drink over for me with the bartender. I laughed because it was an alcoholic drink, and sent it back.

So he sent another, this time a virgin piña colada. I sent it back again, telling the bartender to tell whoever was sending me drinks to stop. I ordered my own drinks and wasn't about to take a drink that I didn't watch the bartender make for me.

So he came over and started a conversation. I learnt his name was Anxiety.

I know it's a weird name. I had just finished watching Thomas Sanders videos and may have a crush on Anxiety. I'm a fangirl, don't blame me🤷🏾‍♀️

But yeah his name was Anxiety. And I learned that we liked a bunch of the same things, y'know even though he was weirdly dark and brooding I liked him. We exchanged numbers and I caught an Uber home.

Y'know, even though I don't actually know how uber works.

We started talking for days, and I figured out we went to the same school. So we met again and had fun.

And then the dream ended and I'll never know if I met the other personalities or learned their names or even met Thomas Sanders himself🙄

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