when will it ever stop being hard being me?
I feel like I'm putting so much effort in half of the day only to ruin it the other half
it's exhausting trying to contain myself and predicting all my vices but not knowing how to overcome them
i'm so jealous of those who know how to love themselves
i really wouldn't mind if i melted out of existence and my life paused here
"I'm afraid so. You're entirely bonkers. But I'll tell you a secret. All the best people are."