I knew I matured when I realized every situation doesn’t need a reaction. Sometimes you just have to leave people to continue to do the lame shit that they do.
I think about dying but I dont want to die. Not even close. In fact my problem is the complete opposite. I want to live, I want to escape. I feel trapped and bored and claustrophobic. There’s so much to see and so much to do but I somehow still find myself doing nothing at all. I’m still here in this metaphorical bubble of existence and I can’t quite figure out what the hell I’m doing or how to get out of it.
do you ever have the urge to tell someone to shut the fuck up even when they aren’t talking
wet dream: being financially secure with a career i enjoy
Sometimes I look at people and I make myself try and feel them as more than just a random person walking by. I imagine like how deep they’ve fallen in love, or how much heartbreak they’ve all been through.