"Because she is dead! Because she is dead and I am left with my worthless life." - Heir of Fire, Sarah J. Maas

I'm desperately trying to erase the henna that is beginning to stain my hands, whilst trying not to smudge the disgusting piece I did on my arm, which took like half an hour.

I'm stressing about something, but i don't know what.

I'm hungry, but the only food I have in my room is uncooked 2 min noodles.

I'm considering catching up on schoolwork, but that requires effort and I've already wasted enough effort on my henna trashterpiece

My friend: I'm coooolllddd

Me: hi coooolllddd, I'm dad

My friend: *face palms*

Friends are like trees. They fall down when hit multiple times with an axe.

What's the quickest way to a man's heart?

A bilateral incision on the upper left region of the sternum.