not gonna lie I spend 86% of my time imagining different scenarios in my head
i have like 609453804 books to read
but you know what i’m gonna do
i’m gonna buy more books
And then I will read fanfiction.
and then i will read books that i’ve already read
I can’t remember the last time I wasn’t tired
i pride myself on being able to read nc-17 pornography with a completely straight face in the middle of a crowded room, but you give me one cute line and my face starts spasming, not even SMILING, but like a tiny man is standing inside my mouth punching my cheeks with his tiny man hands.
i express my feelings through other peoples text posts
I am honestly so much more content sitting in my room alone at night smiling to myself as I watch my favorite t.v. shows, than out in in uncomfortable situation that involves me pretending to be having the time of my life with boring people, who don’t care about me, doing pointless things.
even the essays i write sound sarcastic
SOME NIGHTS I STAY UP WRITING AN ESSAY THAT I SHOULD’VE STARTED THREE WEEKS AGO