hermeneutical:

i have spent 90% of my life, probably, paralyzed by variations of the thought ‘i cant do this’

i sit in lecture halls and call my professors pieces of shit in my head

i walk around campus and feel something like hatred towards people who seem happy to be alive

all i want is to sleep in a warm bed next to a warm body

for the rest of my life

‘the rest of my life’ lol

if ive learned anything its that boys move to other countries once ive fallen in love with them