I’m stuck between wanting to be an adult, accomplishing a lot, and contributing a lot to society and lying on my floor, ignoring my responsibilities, and crying to sad songs alone in my room.
It’s kind of ridiculous that you’re expected to get out of bed EVERY day
- everyday: i need new clothes
adding a period on the end of everything makes it sound sarcastic
youre so funny.
youre so hot.
of course i dont hate you.