Like 7 people asked me to hangout tonight
Is it bad that I said no to all of them?
I have a date with tumblr sry
reality of summer: moving your laptop so that the sunlight doesn't reflect on the screen when you're trying to blog
“you shouldn’t be depressed, people have it worse than you”
finally, after years of searching, the person with the worst life ever is found. formally, they are granted permission to be sad. but only them. only they have earned it. no sads for anyone else at all ever