It’s cute how I used to think this “barely-holding-it-together” feeling was temporary.
all I do is say “no worries” and worry about things
me too bitch, you aint special
OH MY WEEKEND PLANS SO GLAD YOU ASKED I AM GOING TO CONTINUALLY WORRY ABOUT THE RAMIFICATIONS OF A POOR DECISION BUT THEN MAKE IT ANYWAY
the worst part about meeting new people is having to tell your life story like it’s a coherent narrative you endorse
Why is it when the sun blacks out on a Monday afternoon it’s an “amazing natural phenomenon” but when I do it’s a “problem”
me: why doesn’t anyone hit me up anymore
also me: *has become the most boring texter ever, never responds, is always asleep*
me every night ignoring my sleeping schedule & choosing to run through traumatic thoughts & what I would do in extremely unlikely scenarios
Oh what so only roosters are allowed to start the day with screaming
I’m the avocado of people. While you wait and wait for me to mature enough to be enjoyable, I sneakily transition into a disgusting mess.
I’m doing life just like everyone else, 1 screw up after another and a trash can full of empty wine bottles
[burglar gently waking me] you live like this?
my other organs: please help us .
They say “you snooze, you lose,” which means I start every morning failing multiple times in 9-minute intervals.
im VERY laid back. i only care about 2 things:
every person on earth & their opinion of me
the crushing psychological weight of being alive
[trying to sleep]
Me: ok, just breathe and relax.
Brain: OR WE COULD TRY AND FIGURE OUT THE EXACT MOMENT ALL YOUR HOPES AND DREAMS DIED
me, age 8: the quarters have states on em. i should collect em :)
me, age 24: mom what happened 2 those quarters. i lost control of my life
When your life is a mess but everything always works out in the end.