indecisive

Half the time, I feel simple, like a mime; putting myself on autopilot to make that extra dime. It is an unending climb; a climb I fail to finish, to complete, to perfect. I sit and I wonder, reflect and regret. Detect and deflect. Jumping from conclusion to conclusion, and everything is just a huge fucking confusion. ‘It’s a pattern’, they say, “everything is a cycle; every minute, every day.’

Shit friends will never realize they are shit, so either let the trash take itself out or refuse to associate with trash. They always end up regretting it.

i have 2 moods: nothing matters and everything matters too much

I hope you all find someone who gives you cute names and tells you it’s adorable when you do embarrassing things and hugs you when it’s early in the morning and makes you feel like you have a whole disneyland fireworks show going off inside your body and never ever lets you go