
Author: transcendingdimensions7


me rollerblading into my therapist’s office this week with sunglasses and a piña colada: maurice, you’re not gonna fucking believe this,




friends: ew how can you not shower for like days on end don’t you feel gross?? and how can you let your room get in such a mess wtf??
me, leaning forward so my lips touch the microphone: I Have Depression
