GET OUT
so yeah what are you supposed to do when you’re at the age where everything you do actually counts for your future but you have 0% of your shit together and are 150% depressed
What I thought peer pressure was gonna be: “here try this DRUG”
What peer pressure actually is: “when are you gonna make a fursona”
“You have to watch Inuyasha. Here’s all my DVDs.”
“Hey, we’re all going to get kittens after work because the shelter has five dollar adoptable kittens today and you should come with us!”
someone: You HAVE to style short hair.
me, with my hair sticking up in all directions like some kind of square enix protag: Interesting,
I swept and mopped in the kitchen and it is not done but it is so much nicer now. It smells like lemon pinesol and while I didn’t have the energy to move tables and stuff to sweep and mop under them, the rest of the floor is clean and set up for me to do that saturday or sunday. It is progress that i have been meaning to make for a long time and didn’t wind up doing because of depression.
I’m proud of myself even though I’m upset I let it get to the point it did.
i’m literally the ‘man gets urge to clean and has to ride it as far as he can.png’ right now
i miss my gf 😦
Exodus from the blue hellsite 