“you don’t look depressed though”
oh yeah sorry i forgot to bring my literal dark cloud with me today
Everyone’s so obsessed with being special.
Why? Isn’t being here good enough? The world is sad, isn’t it? What’s wrong with just existing and being happy? Living a happy life with no regrets feels the same at the top and at the bottom.
This may be shocking, but babies and condoms are made of different material