It feels that way. Even if it’s with celebrities that will never know I exist. I like that feeling. I pretend that it’s not important to me, but that’s not entirely true. I think I’m addicted to the inevitable sadness that comes with not necessarily love, but pining; and perhaps it’s not addiction, maybe I just don’t know any better.
It feels that way. Even if it’s with celebrities that will never know I exist. I like that feeling. I pretend that it’s...