imagine walking into class late one day and your blog is up on the projector
Sometimes at night I suddenly become aware of all the things I’m missing out on right now, and all the people who I’m not close to anymore, and all of the good times that will never happen again, and all the people who meant the world to me who have forgotten about me forever, and I get this awful feeling that’s kind of like a mix between loneliness and nostalgia.
"Stefan is not only going to be starving &desiccating, but is going to die/pass out over & over & over again for months"
