i cannot explain how many times in a single day i swallow my anger and keep it to myself
that wave of sadness creeping up on you out of nowhere is always such a weird feeling. like you can practically feel it resting itself on your shoulders
why is it so exhausting and irritating to have to do anything even something fun. why does every waking moment feel like a chore
What happens if you live everyday the way you are right now?
And when you die you talk to God and He slides a piece of paper across the table and says: "This is who you were supposed to be, this is what you could have done. What happened?"
And when you die you talk to God and He slides a piece of paper across the table and says: "This is who you were supposed to be, this is what you could have done. What happened?"