there are so many emotions that hit you when you're truly on your own, making friends and connecting. the perplexity of making adult friends and elaborating on your inner self is so fulfilling
just saw the most straight looking white dude drive by blasting the new t swift album windows down in a chevy trailblazer and honestly, I feel so seen right now
I spent my birthday holding a dying cat I spent half my life beside, I spent most every day watching people I love move on because I wasn't around. I just want to be able to LIVE. I am so grateful to the friends who showed effort and stuck around.
I am so god damn fed the fuck up. I found my point, I found my meaning, i found my reason to live and its that I hate living so much I want to spit in its cursed face and find happiness after all my mistakes and pain. I live to spite life, because its only purpose is to end