i’ve always dreamt of being an adult working my fun job and living in a cute apartment that felt so deserving… reality is i’m just trying to calculate my spending’s and earnings at all times (T__T)
every year a taylor swift album comes out and she goes roses are red grass is green i love travis and my haters are mean and her fans go Omgggggg the lyricism
like as much as i want to articulate my thoughts in a structured and well thought out substack post, i am tired. i am so worn out and i just want to curl in a ball till the end of time