my life doesn’t suck. i don’t feel disgusting all the time. i don’t feel hopeless or heartbroken or anything. my dash is so negative all the time and its like what the hell guys, look on the fucking bright side of things every so often. maybe you’d fall in love if you stopped bitching and moaning on tumblr about being single. maybe you’d feel pretty if you went outside and just played instead of holing up in your homes all day. i mean to each his own but jesus h christ why dont you just be happy for once?
you know them moments when you look in the mirror and you think holy shit that’s me because for some reason it feels like the person you’re looking at in the mirror is an unfamiliar stranger and you begin thinking about how you’re a person on a planet in a solar system in a galaxy in a universe and for a few minutes you ponder the origin and the meaning of existence and then shrug and return to your computer
