night crap mind
mood: crying over tinder
then blonde qt talks to me
I’m crying because IT WAS REAL I SWEAR IT FELT REAL THIS TINDER SUMMER LOVE OF MINE now is over and maybe I’ll date some other guy and pretend it wasn’t a big deal (it was, don’t listen to future me: it was).
I say hi to the qt (just in case)
But I’ll go to sleep sad; i know we meet lots of people in our lives, i know everything, but I’m a grown up now. It should be easier to accept the facts. I feel so adolescent. Like this felt, like idk. I can’t even use words.
Now I’m reading Plato’s Symposium. Socratic is the only word that can describe accurately my real mood. Not the meme one: the real one. This makes no sense, wtvs.
