Oh dear, I think I might have come to this point in my life again. I shit you not. Every single time, I postpone all the shtako. When the deadline comes, I just hate myself so much. And all I’m left with is wondering what am I doing with my life … sigh.
This is my entire life
do u ever get so torn between being productive or doing something fun that they cancel each other out and you wind up just sitting on your ass
did you mean the story of my entire life
i am actually so self-conscious to the point where if someone is looking at me i literally feel like they’re thinking and picking out all of my flaws dear god.
so no one told you life was gonna be this way
your blog’s a joke you’re broke your otp is gay
it’s like you’re always just stuck waiting here
for a tv show that’s not been on for months, or even for years
but, tumblr’s here for youuu, when the tears start to fall
tumblr’s here for youu, like no website before
tumblr’s here for you, ‘cause you’ve got nothing else to do