thinksink

at this moment in your life, exactly one person is thinking about you. and by exactly one, I mean, at least one. they're out there, and they're thinking or dreaming or masturbating to the image of you.

does that surprise you? I hope it doesn't. except for that last part, that's creepy, but the rest shouldn't. you are beautiful. I am thinking of you.

no one knows that this is happening, but it is. maybe it's your mom or dad, maybe it's a stranger, maybe it's the person you're sitting with right now. (in which case, I REALLY hope they're not wanking off to you.) your boyfriend, your Facebook friend, your coworker. you are in someone's head.

I think there's too much secrecy involving thinking. just because it happens inside your head, and no one else's, all of a sudden it's private. I'm not saying that you should tell your mom "that dress DOES make you look fat," but I am saying don't be that douchebag who can't say what they feel.

so I'm giving you this, this little insight into the world, into someone's head. you are being thought of. you are worth it.

but my other insight into the world is that, unfortunately, you may never know who is thinking of you until they tell you so. don't be that person. that person sucks. be the person who's honest about it.

that said, I'm not Jesus. I'm not honest. I rarely think I'm worth anyone's thoughts. but believe me, I do a lot of thinking. and chances are, I've thought of you.

I am your teacher, your mailman, your sister.

I am the person that you're thinking of right now.

and at this moment in our lives, we are thinking of each other.