My mom just lit a joint in front of me..after admitting she’s been getting high for a month or so now. Like wtf. Today is officially the weirdest day of my life
I don’t really want to grow old. Like i just don;t want to be old and wrinkly. I mean ew.
isn’t it ironic
how we kill
think that we
The worst part about depression that’s on again off again is that you can never tell if you’re making progress and actually feel better or if you just had a couple of good days and the second something goes wrong you’ll be right back where you started.