Sometimes I wonder where my blessings are. Or if they’re right in front of my face, but I’m just too ignorant to see them. Especially when I see the people around me getting everything they want in life. And yet, I sit here in the same spot I’ve ways been in. Wandering. Empty. Longing.
Why don’t schools offer a class on how to argue with someone without crying.
DONT GO THRU OLD CONVERSATIONS WITH SOMEONE WHO U USED TO BE CLOSE WITH
I literally do that all the time. Warning - you will feel like shit and get really depressed about it
Back to the Future, 1957-present