I never do enjoy my breaks, long or short…I look forward to them intensely, but as soon as they begin, I can feel them starting to end. I feel the temporariness of my freedom, and find it hard to concentrate on anything other than the sensation of it trickling away.
*gets down on one knee* will you please give me the wifi password?
Sometimes I feel like I might finally be content with the way I look, and then I look in the mirror and it’s like
I JUST FEEL LIKE SHIT AND I JUST HAVE NO HOPE LEFT. everything sucks and I just need people. I can’t handle this by my own. I don’t feel like home, in my own home and I just don’t know what to do I’m so tired of crying and having this weight on my chest
you can always tell who has the most social confidence by who blows their nose in class
i love when strangers smile at me and i smile back and we have that nice stranger smiling moment