Sara. 22 years old. Always second best. Ask me questions and stuff. Follow me and I'll probably follow back.
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A terrible song came on the radio and I smiled. Wanna know why? It reminded me of a fabulous conversation I had with the guy I like.

I have two kinds of quiet. There’s the I’m content in this moment just being here and not talking and then there’s the holy shit my brain is about to explode with thoughts but I don’t know how to say any of them without sounding like a whiney neurotic mess. Good luck figuring out which is which.

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sometimes I text people and when they don’t respond for awhile I freak out that they died and so I become extremely panicky and can’t function until I hear from them. I’m sorry to my friends. I am needy and I get scared that you die a lot. 

reblogging this because this has been me the past week. It’s happened like 40 times at least.