I have a love hate relation with myself. Like i'll be looking at a trashcan and tell people it has acomplished more than me and 5 seconds later i'll have a 5 hour lecture on why im the only perfect human being ever.
But it would be nice to have a cuddle mate you know.
He made a whole song about how he can walk and she can not.
Like... thats petty.
Tony: where’s the kid?
Steve: and where the hell is Lang?
Peter and Scott [driving past them inside a toy car]: wooooo
Me: I wished I was never born
My mom: I wished you were never born
Me: >:0
You guys just have to trust me on this one and click here okay?
This close to taking all of my mom's diet books and burn them.
Anyone wanna join
I was thinking about how every city should have a place where people with mental ilnesses could hang out so they can be around people that understand them and where its calm and peacefull.
But then i remembered how no one would show up becouse our depressed asses wont take the energy to get out of bed