Slowly descending into madness
I had a sleepover 2 days ago with a friend. She came to my house for iftar but couldn’t go back to her house because of road block. We went up on the rooftop then, we started counting stars.
That was the moment I wish I was with penguin. These are the things I want out of life. The small things that don't matter, like counting stars. I will always regret if I can't have these with him. Even the thought of it being impossible hurts.
That's it. That's what I want out of life. I think I'll cry out of happiness if I get to spend some time with him.