I’m actually very terrified that I’m going to be like this forever
And by “like this” I mean a dreary-looking time-rotten quasi-adult who hasn’t been hugged in six months or something and who listens to Madonna’s greatest hits at 4 a.m.
Jesus, will someone please give me a hug
“Borderline” is a great song by the way (I think I decided it is my favorite Madonna song today)
Seriously, though: I really need a hug
Or could someone rest their head on my chest and listen to my heartbeat for a few minutes
I need to know if I am real or alive or whatever
We can listen to Madonna while this happens if that’s OK