demon: i possessed you
me: get the fuck out
demon: damn...aight...rude ass bitch...i just need a place to stay my girl kicked me out and i aint got no money...
me: shit man, you can stay but don't be spinning my head like an owl and shit
I always screw things up. Either I’m too forward, show my pain too soon, not enough interests or something.
at this point in my life i could really care less about what other people say about me, because what i do with my life does not concern you.
Some 2000s kids shouldn’t have lost their cards already and some 90s kids wish they waited. All these 80s babies shake their heads at us.
If they don’t like you who the fuck cares.
do you ever just wonder if there’s someone who secretly thinks about you and wants to talk to you but doesn’t know how
Don’t let your struggle become your identity.
Don’t do that. Don’t skip stages in your life. You’re 19, kiss a few boys and wear your heart on your sleeve. There will come a time when you’re 39 and stuck in a suit, wondering why the hell you were so eager to grow up in the first place.