if you asked me 2 years ago where i’d be at today i’d say a lawyer or finishing law school and now if you ask me where i’ll be in 2 years i’d say “hopefully alive”

this year was very not kind

need a support group for people who feel responsible for their dads death

crazy how much of my life has just sucked

this is my diary

i didn’t say any of that i just giggled when he called me esoteric

was telling my coworker with rich parents about the year of my life i had no car or phone and he was like “wow ur so esoteric” like no… i’m just poor, you’ll just never have to be without about those things so they seem like necessities to you

so real

the father the son and the holy spirit

so full from tooth

everyday i chip more of my tooth and swallow it 😍

i would rather lose both my hands than have anyone look in my notes app

life has been so bad i think it actually fixed me

gonna go run until i throw up

me doing everything i could but text u

i love facing an entire blunt by myself

i am not just a chill guy

listening to music in my dropbox as a form of self harm

in bed and going to sleep before midnight run me my fucking nobel prize

so true king

theraflu 😍😍😍😍

can’t hang out for the rest of the year i’m busy making sure beabadoobee isn’t in my spotify wrapped

sobbing thinking about my mom spending thanksgiving alone and i don’t even like her

fuck christmas

can someone put me in a fucking coma until February

man….

walking around with your shoelaces untied is so embarrassing