Wrong.

wrong.

do you remember?

my beautiful daughter named paranoia. shes right behind me isnt she

i regret most of the things i say, unfortunately that does not stop me from saying them

no i am not immune to early 2000s pop-punk music that fucks a little harder than everyone likes to admit

rejection sensitivity is so fucking lame. like boo hoo look at me i felt mildly ignored for 30 seconds and already started planning my own funeral liKE BITCH CHILL it was never that serious

it always really bothered me as a kid when people would act like the “meaning of life” is some big mystery when it was always so clear to me. i knew the meaning of life every night when i laid down beside my parents, i stared into its eyes when i got my first cat, i held its hand each time i crossed the street with my mom, i tasted it when my grandparents gave me candy without my moms permission, i felt it well up in my eyes when my dad moved out, and every time before i hang up my phone i hear it whisper “i love you.”