If you complain about things that you’re totally capable of doing, it’s entirely plausible that I hate you a little/1,000% fuck you if you dramatically complained about final papers that you enjoyed and successfully were able to complete/fuck you for complaining about things that weren’t ever a problem to you and for pseudo-whining for attention or whatever the fuck reason you’re complaining about when it’s literally not a threat to you.
The prettiest in crowd that you had ever seen Ribbons in our hair and our eyes gleamed mean A freshmen generation of degenerate beauty queens And you know something? They were the only friends I ever had We got into trouble and when stuff got bad I got sent away, I was waving on the train platform Crying ‘cause I know I’m never comin’ back.
What on Earth am I meant to do
In this crowded place there is only you
Was gonna to leave, now I have to stay
You have taken my breath away
Is the world still spinning around?
I don't feel like coming down
It's in your eyes
I can tell what you're thinking
My heart is sinking too
It's no surprise
I’m really sad and I hate everything and I need people, but in like individual forms and like, I don’t know; I want and don’t want very specific people and things, none of which I am capable of identifying and my internal organs hurt
I think I regret my 15” MacBook Pro purchase the most out of anything I’ve ever really wanted to purchase in my whole life — I usually don’t make these kinds of mistakes. This feels so damn bad, you guys.