jesusfuckingchrist what's it even like to be offered a decent job or, you know, wanted by society in some capacity
will i ever not feel like i'm falling off the side of the earth, like i actually exist, like anything [i do/i write/that happens to me] matters, like i matter, like anybody gives a shit about
mind my bootstraps! cut the entitled crap.
nobody deserves [desired matter here] and things could be so much worse. ever so much worse. i know i know i know i know i