#will erase

She sends me a message > I send one back > she sends me more > I get obsessed > she starts ghosting me > I get more obsessed > I panic > I grab on to anything that's left > I move on > she sends me a message > I send one back > she sends me more > i get obsessed > she starts gho

Why is arabic so freaking hard dammit!

¡Mi novio consiguió el trabajo! Estamos ahora buscando apartamentos en la nueva cuidad. Todo lo que tengo que hacer ahora es aguantar esta situación en el trabajo hasta junio y cuando me voy, me voy. Nunca voy a volver a este lugar :S

I can't stop crying. I hate myself and everything going on around me. They can't go...

ahh, listening to people sing song covers makes me feel very depressed all of a sudden. like, it makes me feel very inferior in a lot of things, not just singing. i feel like i’ll never reach them in talent or singing, and i’m just jealous and amazed of how talented they are. i’m actually terrible at all that stuff. i don’t know why people say i’m good at violin, or piano, or music in general; all i know is how the song fits together, and where each part fits in relation to the others. i’m sure that a lot of musicians know that, its nothing special. i’m not very good at singing, and whenever i record myself i sound terrible. how am i even in choir? i bet that the people around me think that i’m a really bad singer. and lately, i’ve had no motivation to draw either. i’m pretty much a terrible artist, so what’s the point? i know that’s exactly the mindset that drags people down, but i can’t stop thinking it. i see all these amazing people around me, with their amazing talents, but as much as i admire and aspire to be like them, i always feel like that sort of thing will always be out of my reach. even if i shot for the moon, i wouldn’t land among the stars. i’d just fall right back to earth. maybe, deep inside, all i really want is for people to like me. everybody that has amazing talents always has all these amazing friends and fans that love them, and whenever i notice it i feel kind of lonely. like, am i ever gonna have that kind of life? i want to sing, and do covers, but i can’t even sing well. i don’t even have a mic. i can’t draw, i can’t write. i’m not smart and hardworking, and i can’t even be optimistic about myself. i want to be amazing, but i don’t have the motivation to become amazing. i’m really just a no-good human.

ok I really have to go to the bathroom so reluctantly crawls out of bed