- parents: okay we will be home at 11 o'clock!
- clock: 11:01
- me: they're dead i'm alone i need to start my orphan life now
Who wants to make a chatter blog with me so we can talk shit about people and hope they don’t find out
you know that unexplainable sickish feeling where youre not really sick and you dont really have a headache but you just feel wrong and you cant get comfortable or find something that youre really into but you kinda feel too ill to sleep or eat its like your body saying “i dont know what i want you to do but this isnt it”
That’s called anxiety.
That explains at least half of my life then
Whenever I get sad about my anatomy I look at Rob Liefeld’s art and that cheers me up.
[gently rests hand on character’s cheek] i love you but you’re such an ass