Most of the pain you’re dealing with are really just thoughts.. ever think of that?
*slam dunks this assignment in the trash* *spraypaints “essays are gay” on the wall*
Sometimes, I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that there’s no room for the present at all.
Do you ever just sit in a room and think “Ok so im like the 4th least ugly person in this room I’m doing good so far”
THIS FUCKING GUY
I’M LOSING MY SHIT