I'm not sleeping anymore
She has a date with her bias and I'm invited.
There are some minutes when I'm just euphoric about the simple idea of being given the chance to spend time with all those perfect guys, and the rest of the time, I fear I'll just be on my own, watching.
If only I could just accept myself.
If only I could be careless or just unaware of myself.
If only I could forget myself in a month.
Stressed forever about it
