no mom i already have a job its called being hardcore
I’m happy tumblr is like, here, ya know? We’re philosophically deep, and hilarious and we’re all a little mentally unstable, but 2/3 is good enough.
We also have low standards.
I keep crying because I’m not graduating with my friends. It feels like life or death to me. Nothing about high school has been normal for me and by now I’d rather put a bullet through my skull than watch all of my friends move on and forget about me.