The question is not how many days I can consecutively feel like death, but rather how many days I can consecutively feel like death and not kill myself.
What hurts about not getting a text until midday from you
Is knowing I’m no longer the first thing on your mind when you wake up.
when you stay up all night doing hw and the teacher doesn’t collect it
*accidentally calls a teacher “bae”*
Me: shit u good bruh
Phone: yeah fam I’m aight
We’ve officially reached that annoying time of year where it’s sweater weather in the morning, but by midday you die from a heatstroke.