My Fucking Hip Hurts

life is just one ibuprofen after the other

the next ibuprofen will fix me

One minute you're 16 years old and you sleep directly on the floor at your friend's sleepover and wake up just fine, and the next minute you wake up, you're 24, and simply taking a sweet little breath that contains a lil bit too much air makes your back hurt and three of your bones crack somehow, that's just life baby

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Tired grapes.

saw some symptoms online. reminded me of you 

I can’t help but feel like the the human condition would be greatly improved by the ability to remove our spines, whip them around to get the kinks out, and put them back in again.

Man school fucking sucks. What is a deadline? Who gives a shit? Is this senioritis, or have I just stopped caring because everything outside of school is so exhausting? Why the hell should I write an essay about personal narratives when 2,000 people have died? “Find the median of these eight numbers—” No! No one fucking cares! Our society is crumbling around us and you want me to write 3-5 sentences about Muli Level Marketing?! Are you fucking insane?????? Fuck this!!!

I saw a woman not wearing a mask today and literally almost punched her in front of her kids

Like, how fucking dare you. How dare you step outside and infect everyone in the immediate vicinity and pretend that it doesn’t matter? Why not just wear a sign that says “I lack basic empathy”? You fucking bitch! I’m spending my senior year of high school in the guest room of my house, alone, having my depression get worse every single goddamn day just in the HOPES that this shit will end and you think nothing of that? I’m doing this! For you! For your safety, for your kids, for our HEALTH, and you can’t wear a piece of fabric over your face for TWENTY FUCKING MINUTES while you get GROCERIES? Fuck! YOU!

Man school fucking sucks. What is a deadline? Who gives a shit? Is this senioritis, or have I just stopped caring because everything outside of school is so exhausting? Why the hell should I write an essay about personal narratives when 2,000 people have died? “Find the median of these eight numbers—” No! No one fucking cares! Our society is crumbling around us and you want me to write 3-5 sentences about Muli Level Marketing?! Are you fucking insane?????? Fuck this!!!

I saw a woman not wearing a mask today and literally almost punched her in front of her kids