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
You HAVE to enjoy life after you get off work or you gone feel like you slaving away. Like PLEASE go have drinks on a random Wednesday. YES do that beach picnic too. That’s right, go practice pottery on a Tuesday evening. That go to work, go home, go to work, go home shit is 0/10
nobody can ever gaslight me into thinking i'm a bad person. i have my ways and i have my days, but i'm solid and my love is real and genuine every step of the way.