Unsaid feelings
I woke up exactly 13 minutes ago and it barely hit me now. I don’t want to go home. I want to stay up here and be with my friends. I’m scared. I’m really scared. I feel so unprepared for life. I’m going to miss everyone here and my life here. Did I take my time in Berkeley for granted?
For real though, I have a newfound respect for strippers. That shit was hard.
@markesguerra
(Source: -infuckti0n, via heartbrokenrebellion)
- Me: I'm scared to move back home.
- Mark: you should keep yourself busy
- Me: with like what? A hobby? Or maybe a boyfriend
- Mark: -_-
This is the most anxious I’ve been in a while. I totes feel like i’m going to have a nervous breakdown. One thing at a time, Matess.
