Angela (fictional)

People always say you should be yourself, like yourself is this definite thing, like a toaster, or something. Like you can know what it is even. But every so often, I'll have like--a moment, where being myself, and my life right where I am is, like, enough.

But that's the part that's so unfair. I have nothing else on my mind. How come I have to be the one sitting around analyzing him in like microscopic detail, and he gets to be the one with other things on his mind.

When he's around, it's like my whole body can sense it.

Its so weird when you see someone you just dreamed about, like it will show or something.