My mom is like the worst motivational speaker. Whenever she tries to motivate me I literally want to kill myself. I get it I suck, I am not anywhere near being financially stable and you think my career choice ~sucks~
I doubted the way that the space could be filled for so long
I was so headstrong that maybe just maybe I was dead wrong
The Front Bottoms - Swimming Pool
I will stop cutting my pants into shorts
I will address the issues I cannot ignore
And I will do the things I think you might like
And I will be alone probably the rest of my life
i wonder how many people i’m in the “i’d be down if you asked” zone with
alone in suicide, which is deeper than death, and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together.
The virgin suicides, 1999
I hate that all my problems are based on money. Like you’re fucking pieces of paper, why the fuck do you control my life?
I wish I could go to a therapist or something but I don’t know how to do anything on my own which is why I have anxiety in the first place