Then I realize what it is. It’s him. Something about him makes me feel like I am about to fall. Or turn to liquid. Or burst into flames.
Leonardo DiCaprio dancing like a total dork at Coachella
Leo don’t give a fuck.
I have this really high priority on happiness and finding something to be happy about. It’s not that I live in a delusional fantasy where I’m just smiling every day. I definitely feel pain, but there is also this need to be grateful for what I’ve been given.
I’m just afraid everyone’s going to get sick of me. I’m sick of me.