worrying is hard on the soul
realising you need to tell someone you are worried about everything but everyone already knows and not wanting them to think you’re entirely crazy and not wanting to be the one who always feels bad.
philosophy essays make me scared and worried and thoughtful and intense.
i wish my friend hadn’t had his heart broken, i don’t know how to deal with our mutual need for affection. this is not healthy. stop it, concentrate on the only person who ever said you were amazing and might finally be ready for something real. do not break hearts of beautiful people.
sometimes i wonder if i made the right friends if i should give up on the relationships that are strained due to house hunting, live with the boys who are always there though i am tired and whiney and a complete mess.
being a state for no reason
