disney channel is like that one close friend you had when you were younger that grew up to be an asshole
sometimes I just lay in bed pretending everything works out. I go on this elaborate mental journey where I get a call or a text or something and everything is okay. I talk things out. I figure out what happened. what went wrong. and then I’m really happy.
then when I snap back to reality I’m like wow I need to stop doing that to myself and I lay here& cry. wishing it wasn’t just a daydream.
