The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death.

I have to listen to my mom drunkenly bitch about her life even though I have zero skills in comforting because if she goes to someone else they tell her all her problems are my fault and I’m a useless piece of shit daughter. 

fun game. 

sfux:

i feel like people who eat breakfast really have their lives together

Facts.

I ate breakfast this morning while doing absolutely nothing else and I walked into my hourly wage job feeling like the most accomplished mother fucker that lived.

It’s hard to want to bother fixing my real life when my imaginary one is so alluring and prevalent. 

jpgay:

we’ve all had crushes we very strongly regret

Facebook stalking the guy I’m interested in. And even though I’m just getting tidbits, it’s creating an interesting story and the more I hear the more I want to find out.

The plot keeps thickening.

It’s hard to remember people aren’t just what’s happened in their life. Though they kind of are.
I just can’t collect them.

Oh jeeze, dear followers. I feel like you know how obnoxious I am when I like someone. 

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