Lacuna

V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

we're all at our limit right? can i assume that or

no it doesn’t bother me at all (eating my own heart out)

Me at the beginning of this year: I’m so gonna fix my life dude this is gonna be the year everything changes I’m not gonna let anything slip through the cracks it’s time to live

Me approaching the end of March:

me

I act like I'm fine but deep down I want a long, well-written love letter.

open window save me. save me open window

A little bit better than yesterday is the goal.

my morning routine is wake up yawn like a cartoon character in a fairytale then stare at the ceiling for 2 hours and recover from the insane and prophetic dreams ive had

at this point 2 sunny days in a row makes me feel like im on fucking adderall or something

how the hell do people work full time AND work out. and also eat. i feel like a dvd player

I CAN'T LIVE LIKE THIS ANYMORE!!! continues not only living like this but in fact gets actively worse with time

sorry for acting batshit crazy I was feeling a little unwanted

this too shall pass this too shall pass this too shall pass this too shall pass this too shall pass this too shall pass this too shall pass this too shall pass