My roommates are home for Easter so I was like yayyy I can masturbate but I’m such a depressing mess that I’m just crying instead
tired of doing everything alone :(
i’m not saying that i’m trying a new drug tomorrow…but i’m not saying i’m not either….
wondering how someone can simultaneously bring out the best and worst versions of yourself.
I had this really old and brilliant painting teacher when I was little and I randomly miss her today and I miss painting.
I hate who I’m becoming. I need to get my life together. I’m so sick of the disappointment. It’s this endless fucking cycle and I need to be pulled out of it while i still can.