On the 12th day of Christmas for the Hopeful family...
Anxiety is wanting to ask your partner a million questions as to why they’re with you, why they say they care about you, and so on.
Depression is not thinking you’re worth enough to even ask those questions, let alone be with them.
and having both of them is the definition of hell
*opens window and screams* AM I MORE THAN YOUVE BARGAINED FOR YET I’VE BEEN DYING TO TELL YOU ANYTHING YOU WANT TO HEAR CAUSE THATS JUST WHO I AM THIS WEEK
I WILL GET TALLER I SWEAR IT!
or shorter… *wails*
Eh.. I’m short… I need to grow. Seriously. I’m 5’0… Sad. -.-
5’ 1.25” though my ID says 5’2”
Tall people are assholes
Welcome to the island of misfit toys
Drake and Josh shaped our generation like I’m 99.99% sure that this show is the reason I’m so sarcastic.