I wish my mind could stop panicking about every damn thing. Not everything is a fucking big deal, and i know that, so why does my fucking brain can’t get a grip on that? STOP IT.
You aren't lost, you're just in an uncomfortable stage in your life where the old you is gone but the new you hasn't fully arrived yet.
you and your whole lousy generation believes the way it was for you is the way it's got to be, and it makes me so fucking sick of every single one of you old fat fucks.
bıtch you make me hurl