When I have the time to sit with my thoughts
I just panic, panic, panic
re: my future (starting in like 4 months), jobs, preparing for a lifetime of romantic loneliness, my friendships, etc. The older I get, the more pathetic I feel. And not in a funny self-deprecating way, but in a legitimately, “Jesus, you’re fucking tragic” way. I can’t be bothered with this reality, mind, let me just enjoy some memes or something. Someone hook me up with some arsenic, we’ll make it look like an accident.
The future is something to look forward too.
2 years ago • Notes