Saw this frame on a different reblog by @thatssroughbuddy but why does it look like Iroh is using his phone to take a photo of his nephew at a landmark
what is it about misery that the brain finds so addicting, what keeps me wallowing in this bullshit when i know things that'll make me feel better are Right There. whats with choosing to stay sad?
am i expecting something? i dont know. i just hate how difficult it is to just pick myself up, and by the time i do, it's already 5pm and everything has gone quiet