ask me a question, please. anything at all.

When I have a panic attack and stare into the mirror I get light headed and I don’t even recognize my own reflection. Sometimes I feel like I’m inside the mirror looking out at my real self. Either way, I always fucking hate what I see. I just feel so fake lately. Between this shitty job and school I’m always being polite to people I hate and I’m trying at things I could give a shit less about. I don’t know how it got this way. Anytime I think about the transition from being a new born baby to what we turn out to be it scares the shit out of me. I just don’t know how we get so fucked up along the way. Everyone just seems so miserable but no one does anything about it. We’re always starring at screens and caring about shit that doesn’t matter. I just want to lay on the beach and look up into nothing and feel like I don’t matter. I’m sorry if anyone read this it just helps to write when I feel like shit. I’m going to listen to the smiths now.

I’m not suppose to be a kid, but Im an idiot. I’d say I’m sorry, but it wouldn’t mean shit.

kill me please