Ouhhh Ouhhh Ouhhh

I have a confession:

I hate being in my room all the time. I want to be anywhere else but here. Selfishly, I wish people would invite me over more often. I want to sleep in any other bed but my own. But it doesn’t make too much of a difference, my bad dreams follow me no matter where I go, I suppose it just feels less lonely.

I’ll drink myself to death inside this prison cell

thinking...

"omg you'll post 'i need him' on the most average men" "she's mid" most of us are average and it's good that we can find beauty and desire in average people

yeah, no ur good i don’t think romanticizing your misery and intentionally enabling yourself is making you worse at all dw

people think they shouldn't vote as a protest or whatever because they've been raised on boycotts. which do sometimes work.

boycotts deprive the target of money.

not voting does not deprive the government of money.

it does, however, deprive you of power.

it's not like a boycott.

I bit my tongue and the blood was soured with spite type shit

I wish I was a bear so I’d have a cave to crawl back into. Plus I could sleep all the time

Who up feeling ugly as hell