This is really stupid- but at night I fantasize about nick woods from direct hit in an oversized hoodie and long socks m***********. I really can’t focus on anything else. At this point, it’s not really just even at night anymore. My dreams have other content I guess, but about the same person. I really want to tell my friends about this to a non-weird extent, but that’s just not happening. The scary thing is how I met this guy, shaked his hand, and I don’t know how I’ll feel when I see him again in Chicago.
