Fuck you. You only talk to me when you need something. You only care about yourself. My problems don’t exist to you. I wonder if you even care how I’m doing. It would’ve been nice if you asked. I am only wanted when you fall apart, so I can put you back together and then you leave and I’m the one more broken than before. I’m sick of wasting my time on you. I’m so tired of caring about you when you don’t care about me. Thanks for nothing.
Die young and save yourself
This is a picture from the Curiosity Rover on Mars showing Earth from the Perspective of Mars. You are literally looking at your home from the Perspective of another planet. Epic times indeed
group photo everyone
hey i look really good in this one
shit I think I blinked
I need a therapist.
I’m a paradox. I want to be happy, but I think of things that make me sad. I’m lazy, yet I’m ambitious. I don’t like myself, but I also love who I am. I say I don’t care, but I really do. I crave attention, but reject it when it comes my way. I’m a conflicted contradiction. If I can’t figure myself out, there’s no way anyone else has.