sometimes i really have to fight the urge to destroy all of my possessions and just curl up in a ball on the ground for an indefinite amount of time
shout out to all of the custodians, cooks, garbage truck drivers, cafeteria workers, bus drivers, waiters, and every one else whose jobs and entire fucking existences get shit on by the same people who wouldn’t know what to do with their lives if they had to do anything for themselves
I’m obsessive. It’s a problem.
my friends were talking about how it sucks for dudes cause they can’t wear girls clothes without being judged
and then i reminded them that girls cant wear girls clothes without being judged
i’m so tired rn but i need to blog about this so i don’t ever forget
currently chillin in the middle of the mall curled up in a chair waiting for my next class to start and ready to take a nap