constantly stuck between hating myself and thinking im the best thing on the fucking planet
do you ever feel like your math grade is literally ruining your life
obsesses over an embarrassment that happened yesterday
obsesses over an embarrassment that happened last month
obsesses over an embarrassment that happened when i was 3 years old
My life = oversharing my feelings with people who don’t care or have no idea what i am talking about
“Messi, if you were playing in heaven I would die to see you”
i just want perfect skin and hair and teeth and body proportions and endless supplies of money and intelligence is that too much to ask for
if there’s ever a point in time where i don’t respond to your message it’s not that i’m ignoring you
it’s that i probably sat there for ten minutes trying to think of a decent response but eventually gave up because i’m bad at conversation
