Why have friends if they just bail on you all the time anyway
God I literally have the shittiest friends known to man
honestly it would be really more than okay if i could just die now and stop wasting time
literally i mean there’s such beautiful piano playing right now and the world around me is dark and tranquil. i think it would just be wonderful to slip into a reverie and float away.
dying like this, right here, right now just seems so appealing and heavenly.
in the least morbid, least self-destructive, most peaceful way possible, i’d just like to say:
i really want to die right now.
I couldn’t detest more when people make fun of self-portraiture.
A lot of my self-portraits I took during a time when I was hurting, or lost, or confused or misguided. During times of my life when I was forced out of my home, when my family was ripped apart, when I was in a transitional state and didn’t know what would happen next. I don’t expect people to understand, but deprecating and poking fun at the only documentations I have of these lonely, heartbreaking times in my life for all the world to see is not quite the best approach.
Literally there are some days when I really wish I was a cat. It would be so much easier to sleep, eat, and act cute than whatever the fuck I’m doing right now.