Words cannot express my stress.
Nothing can.
Fuck where do I even begin? Can I trust people to mind their own business despite reading this?”
Fuck! This is my problem! I over analyze the fuck out of everything! I can’t even just rant about shit! I immediately start thinking about people I know or at least people who know poeple I know who might read this and might react to what I want to say and might do things that I don’t want them doing because people are fucking stupid and will fucking believe whatever the fuck they want and my god fucking dammit this has nothing to fucking do with any god damn thing …
I wish finals was all I had to worry about. Fuck … I wish I even worried about finals. I just want to sleep it all away. God fucking dammit I want the world to take care of itself for a fuckign change ..
I haven’t been on Tumblr in forever … Did I miss anything?
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(Source: dope-daydreams, via acciobarca)
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and go look at something beautiful.