As I lay in the dark, 13 minutes away from midnight, every night, I like to pretend.
That I’m beautiful.
That there’s a special person just around the corner, all for me.
That I don’t disapprove of myself.
That I don’t let what other people may think about me bother me from time to time.
That I don’t care that I overthink things and come off as awkward in return.
I like to play pretend because it’s peaceful.