Time 01:33
(Her by eery is playing which accurately sums up my mood)
Love is such a fucked up thing.
Like how the hell do you go from not talking to a person to being pretty much head over heels for them I'm not even 3 days.
So here I sit,
In my den,
On Skype,
With the same person I've been talking to,
On Skype,
For pretty much 2 days straight,
And so many things are going through my head.
But there's one thing in particular;
No. one person in particular.
Welp guess it's about that time where I repress all feelings I've ever experienced.
YOU ARE READING
Wanderlust
Randomwanderlust (n.) the great desire to travel and rove about ~~~ A book of my life essentially. Highs and Lows enclosed.
