The Wire

I have no real personality, I'm just some kind of monstrous amalgamation of the personalities of every person I've ever been friends with

I get so jealous I feel sick and I'm sorry I'm not perfect but how could I deserve this torture?

Had a really good day at work. Coworkers complimented me a lot! I feel good about myself :)

Google maps new baltimore glitch that happened in 2013

My knife is too dull

It's like, I see people on tumblr and insta and tiktok crying their eyes out about how miserable they are, sharing their traumas so openly.

And I feel bad for them, I do. But then this small, cruel part of me thinks, "they don't know how easy they have it."

I look at their rooms, their clothes, their faces, their art, their talents and recoil in jealousy. And I really do feel bad for them! I hate seeing other people in pain!

But damn I wish I had a room decorated that nicely. I wish I had clothes that cool and a real sense of fashion. I wish I were prettier. I wish I could be proud of the things I create and the things I do.

I'm pathetic, right?