got a bit too angry at something and felt my dad’s inherited rage flowing through me

for someone who’s so scared of gaining weight i sure do eat a lot

Me at 29 years old still wondering what job I'll do when i grow up

asking my boss if i can go play outside

Me at work looking for another job

Yet another beautiful day wasted by the shackles of employment

Something really wrong with me but it’s okay probably

tantas veces he muerto solo en mi habitación

i want to smash my skull into the pavement

computa help me

beach rotting instead of bed rotting

i feel everything and nothing all the time