Wanting to believe that you’re the exception, but realizing that you can’t compete with an established reputation. It’s disheartening.
I had a dream
Me: Jun, I had the weirdest dream last night. Do you wanna hear about it?
Jun: not really, no.
Me: Well I’m telling you anyway.
Jun: oh god…
I love you.. in a really really big pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold a radio over my head outside your window, unfortunate way that makes me hate you-love you. So, pick me, choose me, love me.