2019 is going to be a great year because we’re going to fucking make it that way, no more of this “I hope good things come to me” shit, I’m gonna go out and drag good things to me by the fucking hair
SAME FRIEND, SAME
2019 Is The Year Of Not Even Remotely Fucking Around
oh no , oh no. this wasn’t supposed to be a problem. i was supposed to stop feeling this about three months ago when it started. i was supposed to wake up and realize it was just a crush and i wasn’t falling. i was supposed to cut it out or slow it down or ignore it into silence.
oh no. oh no. pardon my appearance i’m trying to remodel. we’re in the back scrambling around trying to dump feelings out of windows. we’re in crisis. the water level’s rising.
me: i’m gonna fix my sleep schedule, eat healthier, drink more water, actually leave my apartment once in a while to do interesting stuff, maybe even go to the gym!!!!