McDonald’s has their 20 piece chicken nuggets on the 2 for $3 menu right now. You’re supposed to mix and match items, but there’s nothing stopping you from getting 2 orders of them for $3. Which means, for the low, low price of $9.63, I just got 120 chicken nuggets. The lady asked me three times if I was sure I wanted that many, and then when I rolled up to the window, she looked in my backseat like she expected to see four kids there, but it was just me. I took my 120 chicken nuggets home and ate them all, and I gotta say, this is what life is all about.
like 98% of my problems would be solved if i stopped overthinking things and calmed the fuck down and stopped being such a panicky, anxious little shit
Alternate universe where I literally just to go to school forever (for free) so I can just learn about art and literature and history and languages for 100 years. No job skills. No credit requirements. No student loans. Just learning.
I am a terrible combination of “whatever happens, happens” and “If everything doesn’t go according to plan, I will vaporize”
ravioli ravioli give me a reason to live
adults: record numbers of teens are depressed, we must find out why
teens: school is more stressful than ever, our parents screwed over the economy, the earth is on a path to total environmental destruction, and now we have to deal with actual fuckin nazis
adults: it's the iphones isn't it
when did “it’s ok I can kill myself at any time” become my go-to method for dealing with minor stress
Suicide is not pretty. It’s not a “beautifully sad ending”. It’s never a pretty view, no matter the method. It’s an act of killing oneself. It’s horrible, heartbreaking and GRAPHIC. It’s not pretty, a “beautiful disaster”. It’s your mother crying herself to sleep and slowly depleting, not being able to even say your name without breaking down. It’s your father drinking to forget the pain and never coming home because you’re not there anymore. It’s your siblings thinking what they did wrong and didn’t do to help you, putting the blame on themselves despite what you have written in your suicide letter. It’s your friends who curse themselves for not seeing the signs and skipping school because they’ll never be able to see you or talk to you. It’s your school holding an assembly to mourn your death and your teachers thinking if they pushed you too hard. It’s the person who finds you traumatised for life. Suicide affects SO MANY PEOPLE AROUND YOU. It’s NOT PRETTY, NO BEAUTIFUL TRAGEDY, IT’S HORRIBLE! IT’S THE WORST THING YOU COULD DO!
and yet, despite all that, we still make the choice to end our lives; even so, that does NOT make suicidal people and people who have committed suicide cowards.
Sorry, I really needed to put this out there, I have a lot on my mind right now.