i ask myself over and over, “why are you doing this to yourself?”
but i know the answer. it’s because i deserve it.
room 206
hello internets
i ask myself over and over, “why are you doing this to yourself?”
but i know the answer. it’s because i deserve it.
My mom used to think like this. It became my job to convince her she was wrong. It usually would work, for a while.
Hey Internet, me too.