that moment when you hear someone getting home and have to brace yourself for the disappearance of your good mood
I hate myself but I still think I’m better than everybody else
I hate people but I’d love to be in a relationship
I love food but I don’t want to get fat
I want money but dont want a job
look it’s my entire life in a post
I’m always there to offer assistance or a shoulder to cry on to others that when I’m the one in need, I have no idea what is supposed to happen.