Do you ever wonder what could have been? Because I do all the time.
don’t underestimate me. i’ll wear sweaters in the summer. i’ll eat like eighteen gallons of ice cream in the winter. fuck the temperature. i don’t give a fuck
My departure date for college is closing in fast and so is the restlessness
I need help de-cluttering my mind
I can’t tell if I’m /genuinely/ happy or not sometimes. it seems like there’s always something bubbling just below the surface ready to start shit at any time