but when I look in the mirror, I’m forced wonder if maybe it was never my hair. Maybe it’s my face that’s ugly.
On the real.
I don’t feel like writing today.
People will trick you into believing that you’re talented if you pay them enough. That’s why I never developed any sort of trust in my professors.
A quick interaction with the customers and employees of Forever 21 remind me that while I’m not particularly happy to get older, I’m so glad I’m not 21.
I already feel badly about the things I didn’t accomplish after college so what exactly would be the point of going to the reunion?
“Well, the Lord rested on the seventh day and he got enough rest for all of us.”
I think this particular sunset was so lovely because it was turning off the light on things I wouldn’t have to see anymore.
I’m too tired to make this my problem.
“Why can’t I feel the things other people feel?”
P.S Shut up