nothing is more satisfying than someone walking right past ur hiding spot in hide and seek
how old are you
"thatkilljoy" living up to the url i see
During the fall of 2010 I kinda randomly became depressed; never clinically diagnosed, but I lost interest in everything, cried at school everyday, and felt cold and achy all the time. I already had anxiety, so I figured it was that and didn’t want to bother with another judgmental psychiatrist.
Anyway we had a mandatory writing test for our first period class across the high school and I sit down to take it one awful morning and just wrote “I can’t do this” on the lined page. I tried and tried to write but I felt nothing was good enough. They graded it, I got a zero, and no one ever spoke to me about it. I was never looking for attention, but my heart burned for some sort of answer to my sadness and it kinda haunts me that no one paid attention.
if this doesn’t sum up your color guard experience you’re doing it wrong
maybe we’ll meet and not even know it!
yeah baby i am an ANIMAL in bed. more specifically a koala. i can sleep for 22 hours a day