i hate that i literally cant tell if im ugly or not and i cant tell if im really fat or just like kinda fat i literally cant tell and sometimes ill be like “im just being dumb im pretty good looking” and then ill be like “wow im being so egotistical i definitely look like shit what am i talking about” like i just…. dont know and it bothers me so much cos it’s something i can’t understand
my life is one part “wait” and another part “what”
When I was a kid I thought your 20s were supposed to be fun, not filled with perpetual anxiety about financial stability and constantly feeling like an unaccomplished piece of shit.
That’s because it was fun for baby boomers and they basically gave us this impression it would always be like that, but then they ruined the economy.
i love how whoever is running obama’s blog actually blogs like we blog
imagine if it was barack the whole time like
and michelle’s like “BARACK DINNER’S ON THE TABLE!!”
and he’s just like “shut up woman i’m blogging”
except that obama wouldn’t be rude to her because he’s a man not a republican.
i’m procrastinating because i’m stressed and i’m stressed because i’m procrastinating
i may act like i’m sassy but if you’re mean to me there is a 900% chance i’ll cry