hey lana, let's play a fun game

it's called "Absolutely Fucking Torture Yourself With His Instagram Photos"

wow his arms are so nice

so are his collarbones

how come he's so hot

i can't believe he's like, THAT HOT

how can a person have such nice shoulders

and that jawline is going to stab me in the neck

(or the thighs)

this was Not A Good Idea

and yet i just can't stop

i have been staring at this particular photo for an especially long time, and even when i click away, i find myself back here

i've started to notice the littlest things

in the background of this one i can see his bed, and all his pillows

i wonder how many girls have clutched onto the green one

will i ever clutch onto the green one?

if i ever find myself in his bed, i'll be sure to lay on the black one, just to be different

does he stress over my instagram?

does he type in my username, just to see if maybe i have a new picture up?

i think that it would be really easy to tell him about this game, and he could tell me if he plays it too

it would really stroke his ego, and i like seeing him smile at his shoes when i compliment him

but the game isn't the game without all the Torture and Guilt

i think the worst part of it is that it's incredibly masochistic

it's super painful and yet i get some sort of nasty satisfaction from it

my sad little secret

close the app, lana

drink some lemonade and watch a movie

there's just no winning when you play this game