I developped the need to scroll everyday Facebook timelibes of lost people that I missed a decade ago and the more I scroll back the more I enjoy the fake illusion of being there and still have the time to save some relationships (one in particular)
Never been a nostalgic person, but a cold b**ch instead. And here I am

I know this is pathetic, but i feel relivied, it's the only way

I have ocd like touching hairs and I almost lost my eyebrows when young cause i used to scratch and peel of