late night panic attacks are the worst. I need to be held, which coincidentally is the reason I’m panicking. Fuck 

I played Earth Angel in class today for a presentation, and got some really excellent, thoughtful feedback on my voice/instrument…except for one note, which simply read “Angel, will you be mine?” Maybe it wasn’t supposed to come off as creepy as it did (I mean it is in the song)/maybe I’m overthinking it, but

bruh