someone: hey are u getting enough sleep?
me: *injecting coffee directly into my veins* why do u ask?
someone: hey are u getting enough sleep?
me: *injecting coffee directly into my veins* why do u ask?
Depression changes you. I remember liking things. I just no longer remember why I liked them.
me: *promises to not procrastinate this semester*
me: why the fuck u lyin.. why u always lyin.. mmmmmm MY GOD STOP FUCKING LYING
well excuse the fuck out of me
Do I look like this when I’m speaking French and I haven’t shaved and I’m wearing a sweater that’s seen better days? I’d like to think I do.
You never apologized for hurting me, but I apologized 12 times for being angry about it
