i just want a small apartment with a light pastel aesthetic on a high floor in a rainy city with soft cotton white curtains and old comfy furniture and minimalistic shelves and mini cacti on my window sill
I didn’t tell enough people
to fuck off.
My 92 year old grandma (via expeditum)
I want to cry forever or drive myself into a wall, either would be great before college tomorrow.
I’ve made some shit choices this summer and I’m the worst I’ve ever been. I don’t want to go back to college, I’m completely alone this time and I’m terrified. Even though I’ve been there a year now my classes are all split up so nothing is the same and I really don’t want to spend a year in that place. The first was bad enough.
Maybe I should just drive away somewhere and be by myself.
Anxiety habits will be bad tomorrow.