all i do is sit around and eat and be sad im basically a more annoying version of a plant
i like staying up at unhumanly hours but i also like getting 12 hours of sleep do u see my problem
i hate seeing people my age who’ve got their life together already like what the fuck
are there actually people out there who make their beds every morning or is that just a myth
Sometimes at night I suddenly become aware of all the things I’m missing out on right now, and all the people who I’m not close to anymore, and all of the good times that will never happen again, and all the people who meant the world to me who have forgotten about me forever, and I get this awful feeling that’s kind of like a mix between loneliness and nostalgia.