it’s by far the worst part of depression.
my own lack of control over my life and emotions is now officially starting to affect those around me.
ALSO GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF THIS BUDDHA CLASS WHY AM I EVEN TAKING IT.
Grappling with the idea of temporal permanence, all the while the world is waiting to be saved on the next line.
Our young protagonist is a surprisingly genuine social justice advocate whose dedication to anthropology and sociology converts her naive excitement into bitter, aged acceptance day by day.
She enjoys finding a half smoked camel at the bottom of a pack, movies where the good guy gets ahead, stealing your pleather bomber jacket, and insomnia.
(i got 99 problems and they all bitches)
my own lack of control over my life and emotions is now officially starting to affect those around me.
ALSO GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF THIS BUDDHA CLASS WHY AM I EVEN TAKING IT.
