When I was 6 my brother told me that old people sag because they’re being pulled to hell and I cried
am I sick from anxiety or am I actually physically ill? a memoir by me
am i lazy or horribly depressed: the sequel
does everyone hate me or am I just very insecure: the completion of the trilogy
*tunes guitar* this next song is called “stop pointing out my flaws”
They say depression and intelligence go hand in hand, well this is Einstein and his therapist.
this breaks my heart
I think Dr. Phil’s closed-captioning guy got fired
That gazebo is so fucked
Are you sure gazebo is the correct word?
My feminist rants drive all the boys from the yard.
Get off my land you little shits.
okay can everyone be quiet please thanks…