The sad thing about suicide is, it doesn’t take the pain away, it gives it to someone else.
i hate that feeling when you actually really do want to be involved with all the fun stuff people are doing but you’re too utterly terrified to ask anyone if you can join in because you dont want to to impose or seem pushy
IF YOU WANNA BE MY LOVER
YOU GOTTA GET away from my friends because they’re more attractive looking and cooler than me and you might choose them instead which i completely understand because im ugly
advantages of being a boy:
- your boobs don’t get in the way
- no period
- your hormones don’t make you feel like a different person every week
- no childbirth
- penises are fun
- shirts always fit over your chest
- you can walk around topless in summer without being arrested for it
- you store less fat
advantages of being a girl:
- can use your bra as an extra pocket
- which you need because the pockets on your pants are fake
i really wanna kiss you and be cute with you and fall asleep in your arms and go on stupid dates but i also sort of want to light you on fire and throw myself into traffic so idk
I still have so many things to do and yet here I am still sitting and procrastinating. I sometimes feel like giving myself an award for being the laziest ass on the planet, really.
I still have to memorize the last paragraph of my declamation. And then there’s this quiz on Trigo tomorrow but before that, there’s still Economics which really sucks. I’m basically on that stage of having Senioritis wherein I am slowly starting not to give any fucks anymore and my energy is deteriorating by the minute.
I hate myself right now for being lazy, but at the same time; I don’t really blame myself. I need a reality check.