my hobbies include listening to the same album on repeat and being a bitter asshole
nothings worse than passing up an opportunity you know you would’ve enjoyed because of the fear of being judged
I want you to know
That I tried very hard
Fought very long
But I just don’t see much point anymore.
It never was about what you could do for me.
I just needed to try.
I needed to be able to say that it was not all my fault this time.
Failure had always been my solo act.
There was no way to tell you that I wanted to go
Without you thinking there was a way to fix it. To make me want to stay.
This was not something I wanted repaired.
laugh or show any emotion while sick once and parents will think you’re well enough to go to school