The one thing I hate more than anything in the world is not being able to breathe well :/
I can handle being sick with this flu or any other illness but not this. The feeling that a ton of bricks are sitting on my chest just makes me want to curl up in my bed and cry.
everybody wants morgan freeman to narrate their life but I want five sassy singing lady muses
I want Morgan Freeman to narrate most of it and the five sassy singing lady muses to step in and perform catchy yet narratively sound musical numbers when it gets too serious
^ sounds like a plan
“I don’t like myself, but I also love who I am”
It’s kind of ridiculous that you’re expected to get out of bed EVERY day
Sometimes at night I suddenly become aware of all the things I’m missing out on right now, and all the people who I’m not close to anymore, and all of the good times that will never happen again, and all the people who meant the world to me who have forgotten about me forever, and I get this awful feeling that’s kind of like a mix between loneliness and nostalgia.