"I mean, we’re all trying to find out who the hell we are, aren’t we?"
am I sick from anxiety or am I actually physically ill? a memoir by me
am i lazy or horribly depressed: the sequel
does everyone hate me or am I just very insecure: the completion of the trilogy
you should want a bad street like this
trying to run away from my problems like
Was instructed to make this cake for a customer at DQ the other day..
she’s beauty and she’s grace, she dropped her phone on her face
"I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That’s why I’m trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning."