you’re lying in bed at 2 am watching snapchat stories and you don’t wish that those
people were you, you don’t feel like you’re missing out.

you’re driving home and the radio’s turned up because you want to sing along as loud as you can, not because you need it to drown out your thoughts.

you’re talking to a girl you know, laughing at some inside joke and it dawns on you
that at some point the two of you became friends.

this is the feeling you’ve been waiting for. this is why you’re alive. there was a
point to it all.