shoutout to all the other ex-gifted & talented/honor student/straight a/senior editor/star student/99th percentile/once-creative burn-outs who have, since high school, realized they are truly miniscule fish in a giant, endless ocean, criticized themselves to the point of creative paralysis, and participated in so much self-sabotage they no longer see the point of doing anything at all because they’re just going to ruin it for themselves anyway
:)
this one’s for you
(via jimmmyvega)
I checked the scales and I’d put my weight back on. So I ate everything in my pantry cause I hate myself.
I got 99 problems and a Mexican restaurant near my house would solve like 3 of them.
I burnt my hand on the grill and oh god it’s a third degree burn and I didn’t think I needed medicine or anything and that it would naturally heal like all my other burns but now it’s infected and I have a hole in my hand and oh god I’m going to have a horrible scar and my hands were my best feature and NOW INTERNET DOCTOR IS TELLING ME I COULD NEED TO GET MY HAND AMPUTATED (or cancer).
