I feel the want to die.
The want to join the unliving.
I won’t make it til the end of tomorrow it feels like, especially left in the comfort of my own mind.
I wish I was like a parking meter but like people paid me to talk to them and when their time ran out i slept
Remember in the 90’s there used be a room in your house that was called the “computer room”.
*steps on something wet* *screams for 34 years*
Teacher: Can I see your homework?
Me: Haha no way loser do your own
One of the worst feelings is knowing that the person you think about the most doesn’t think about you at all.