Do u ever wanna punch urself in the face for procrastinating and ruining ur life
I dont care if its an illusion. Its a good illusion. I’m happy, dammit.
I thought I’d be wiser and more productive with age but I’m just grumpier and have less decorated dreams and sleep more and my stomach can’t really handle milk/cheesy food anymore lest I want to have a terrible shit
It’s hard to find the means to express yourself when all the feelings that swell inside you have been muted into the silent ringing background in your ears
But I’m here, you’re here, being alive and stuff