I probably would’ve found the love of my life if I went outside more, but that’s okay. I’d sacrifice them for one more day of lying in bed doing absolutely nothing.
every few days i become completely convinced that i have permanently ruined my future and then i eat something i like, take a shower, watch one good movie and suddenly it feels kinda quite and another month feels liveable.
Finally realizing I didn't use me years in uni well at all. I didn't do a single bad thing, spent my time there, sleeping, going to classes and crying over short men 😭