to exist in non-existence.
i don’t “dress to impress” i dress to depress i wanna look so good that people hate themselves
do you ever get really motivated to do something and you get really excited about it and then when you get home you’re just like nah
"youve got male!" the computer beeps. you turn around and see that out of nowhere a brand new boyfriend has appeared. computers truly are quite amazing
its kinda scary how your whole life depends on how well you do as a teenager