My heart’s sinking. I question why I can’t ever grow up. Why can’t I ever be a little bit more normal. Why can’t I ever be able to figure myself out and actually do things that matter. It sucks. I’m so sick and tired of failing. Always having to feel that what I do doesn’t matter. That whenever I achieve something properly, it’s not something that matters. I’m sorry I’m not that kid that’s talented at what you want me to be, or one that enjoys it. Maybe if you ever thought that all those years of saying how full of shit I am, how hopeless I am, just slowly made me lose grip of the amount of shits I give about life. It stopped me from feeling the need to. It has made me immune from disappointment and shame. It slowly made me want to do something to feel happy about myself. For once. But the constant feeling of being incompetent in your eyes really irks me. I hate it. I hate it all.
WHAT IS AIR?
YOU GOT YOUR SEX ADDICTS
YOU GOT YOUR GEEKS
YOU GOT YOUR FOREIGNERS
YOU GOT YOUR ALIENS
YOU GOT YOUR BASKETBALL PLAYERS
YOU GOT THE PEOPLE WHO THINK YOU’RE HIGH WHEN YOU’RE JUST FROM TUMBLR
YOU GOT YOUR VOLDEMORTS
YOU GOT YOUR INDIAN PEOPLE WHO THINK OMEGLE IS A GAME SHOW
AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST YOU GOT YOUR FELLOW TUMBLR TROLLS
YOU GOT YOUR CAPTAIN OBVIOUS
You got your Voldemorts
Being an adult is realizing that $5,000 is a lot of money to owe and very little money to own.
this is real
It’s hilarious that we live in a society that will shame you for how much sex you have and for the junk food you eat. Like, wow, how dare you eat delicious foods and have orgasms, you’re a monster. Enjoy your miserable life filled with pleasures.