I think about dying but I dont want to die. Not even close. In fact my problem is the complete opposite. I want to live, I want to escape. I feel trapped and bored and claustrophobic. There’s so much to see and so much to do but I somehow still find myself doing nothing at all. I’m still here in this metaphorical bubble of existence and I can’t quite figure out what the hell I’m doing or how to get out of it.
|person:||wow you drink so much water, you're so healthy!!|
|me:||i cry so much i gotta stay hydrated|
Isn’t it weird how glue doesn’t get stuck to the container it’s in
how do you watch a cross country meet do you drive along?? do you run with them? does anybody know
|me:||oh my god|
|me:||praise the lord|
|me:||oh dear lord|