I can’t describe how happy I am to finally have someone that cares about me.
Literally couldn’t have a more stoned conversation with my mom.
It’s like the choice is “Kill yourself or openly talk about your issues” and the answer should be obvious but something inside of me doesn’t want to break the little wall I’ve built around my brain. I would rather croak.
Nothing has ever been more difficult than having to leave the cutest boy to go to an Ancient World History class.