no pair of jeans ever fit me properly no matter what. most problems vary but every single pair does something terrible to a target area. I tried to look up a solution and came back with a new insecurity. Lolol I hate myself so much. didn't even know this thing existed 10 minutes ago, now im pouring over research to fix it.
I was going to make breakfast, which was small and easy to make. Oatmeal and fruit. I got everything I needed out... forgot I was hungry, picked up my phone and scrolled through tumblr for an hour. This always needs to happen. I guess I wasn't really hungry
I have no motivation. I dont care what happens. I wanna fucking die.
Future? Dont care. Not worth all the pain ill go through just to get it.
Wont go to heaven? I’m atheist. so..
Family? They’ll get over it. They can survive without me for sure. Will they be sad? yeah. But they’ll get over it.
Love? nope.
Friends? Assholes.
Prove them wrong? I live for myself only. those assholes can fuck themselves. hope they blame themselves for my death.
Im gonna be brutally honest here. I’m a selfish asshole who doesn’t care. Maybe its just me being depressed, but I’ve always known there was never a point to life. I could be a fucking princess and id still think like this. Why? Because nothing will change.
I’m literally just evolved bacteria and crap who grew emotions. Its a damn fucking shame too.
i had the best human interaction of all time last night. i was sitting at a bar eating an appetizer and this guy comes up to order a drink and stares at my food and comments how good it looks. when i am drunk i use the word bitch like it is a comma, i plug it into any space in a sentence possible. so naturally the first thing i say to this stranger is, “go ahead and take one, bitch.”
he looks SO shocked and taken aback and goes “what did you just say? how do you know my name?” so i sit there for a moment trying to figure out what the fuck he is talking about, and then go, “…. bitch?” and he looks so relieved and tells me his name is mitch.
i cannot stop thinking about this. oh my god. imagine going into a bar and someone you know for a fact youve never met approaches you and says “go ahead and take one, mitch.” im cracking the fuck up. he looked like he thought this was the fucking truman show