Wish I was happy, wish I had you

 

I just made a really long rambly text post and this time I’m not going to bury it under reblogs because I feel this needs to be said

So this whole Sam Pepper shenanigans thing got me thinking and this isn’t really related but I’ve been thinking about this for a really long time now. 

I’m not really sure where all this is suppose to lead but like click if you want to read what I’ve been feeling a lot I guess

Note: may contain ideas with the ‘F’ word- feminism

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Coming up next: the latest episode of “how long i can supress this worry and anxiety before it blows up in my face”

To summarise the previous text post: help

EVERYTHING IS VERY OVERWHELMING AND STRESSFUL AND I DONT EVEN WANT TO KNOW WHAT I AM TO DO WITH MY LIFE WHY DO I HAVE TO LIKE DECIDE MAJORS AND WHICH UNIVERSIY I WANT TO GO TO WHY ARE YOU FORCING THIS DOWN MY THROAT