Does anyone else lie in bed at 2:30am filled with the crippling fear that they’re never going to accomplish anything in life and fail miserably or is that just me
Those 5 minutes of your life that you waste to rearranging you covers the right way, almost every night.
Does anyone every examine there poop. Like just stand there and look at it for a second and then flush? Or is it just me…
Has anyone ever wondered how they died?
friend: did you finish the assignment that’s due tomorrow?
Me: LOL NOPE! I’m a rebel :3
Half of me wants to dress in cute japanese dresses and bake cookies for all my friends, wear pretty bows in my hair but then the other half of me wants to wear super thick eyeliner, red lippy, leather jackets, sassy hot pants and heels as high as fuck. Idk.
And most of me just wishes to be able to rock sweats and Uggs…The decision is tough.