If I wouldn’t be so fucking afraid of failing I would’ve killed myself already.
But I don’t want to fail and then wake up in a hospital bed and look my mom in the eyes or see my brother crying or go back to school and know that everyone will look at me differently
I don’t want to go to therapy and stuff, I really really don’t
I want to die, but I don’t want to fail and do all that
why the hell are clothes so expensive? they’re literally just bits of material that stop us being naked in public. you should be paying me to wear clothes because you do not want to see me without them