Why does the night time just make you cry. Over everything. Like you can drop a pencil and just have an emotional breakdown. Like that pencil is your life because it’s 2am and you just fucking dropped it so now you don’t know what to do because you can’t reach your life from your bed. And you’re freakin out bc that’s your life and you’re too lazy to pick it up and it gets so deep and ugh Idk man
Nothing will fuck up your twenties more than thinking you’re supposed to have your shit together.