• me: i don't like him
• me: i don't like him
• me: i don't like him
• me: i don't like him
• him: hi
• me: sweet jesus why are you perfect

my mum’s asking me what I want and tbh I have no clue, hmm. This usually never happens, I would normally have a list written up by now, I suppose I’m just not as bothered anymore.

• me: i actually feel happy with everything right now
• face: here's some acne
• school: here's some work
• friends: here's a knife in the back
• parents: here's some added pressure
• me: ok