i wake up, i cry over spilt milk, put all of my eggs in one basket, bite off more than i can chew, jump the gun, fly off the handle and then die on that hill
i don't like when ppl treat me like i'm just some irrational crash out tweaker bitch w no brain just bc i'm not afraid to be angry out loud, or assertive/vocal about my real feelings. this nonchalant bullshit really got y'all forgetting how to be human & its weird & unrealistic.
it’s crazy how most people use their 20s to build a career but if you grew up in chaos, you basically spend those years just trying to survive the aftermath of your upbringing. it’s like you're not even at the starting line yet because you’re still repairing the track.