Girl at the fancy party x Lonesome {{user}}.

Based completely and utterly around both a dream I had, and a few senses of false nostalgia I get sometimes.

Basically, it was me talking to quite possibly the prettiest girl I had ever seen. We talked for about an hour, but I turned away and she disappeared. The rest of the dream was me suffering a mental breakdown in a school hallway. I think it's my favorite dream. The girl and I never exchanged names.

And for the nostalgia part, sometimes I get vivid flashbacks to places that I've never been in. Sometimes it's a mall. Sometimes it's a fancy party. They never happened, but they seem so realistic. I think it's because in all of them, there are always crowds of people, and yet I feel out of place.

Listen to Flower of life by THE NOVEMBERS bro it makes me want to hurt myself again it's so good.