how are all these math classes going to help me become a new york it girl with a huge wardrobe and a boyfriend in an indie rock band that writes songs about me
becauseofstars asked: Hey I just want you to know that when I'm bored and have nothing to do at work, I do your cat paw/shuffling dance.
HAHAHAHA I don’t know why I didn’t see this til now but it made my morning.
im really fucking sarcastic for someone who’s about to start crying most of the time
It’s not shaking, and crying, and screaming until your throat burns. It’s not tidal waves of emotions, quickly drowning you. It’s not blood running down your wrists, staining your flesh red. It’s not popping pills, and drinking whiskey. It’s laying in your bed at three in the morning, surrounded by darkness, and staring at the wall. It’s the heavy feeling that settles deep in your bones, the ache in the depths of your chest. It’s feeling guilty that you’ve stayed in bed all day—yet again—but not having the energy to get up. It’s wanting to do better, to be better, but not knowing how to anymore. Most of all, it’s the “out of place” feeling, as though you just don’t belong here anymore, and your time is up.
I’ve been trying to stay busy as a distraction from how lonely I feel, but every so often that emptiness creeps up, and around me