some guy is trying to sell a drum set for $400 on craigslist
so i emailed him and asked if he’d give it to me for free
(if you never try, you’ll never know)
(he is probably laughing at me rn)
my anxiety is my biggest flaw
and it sucks because you don’t just wake up and say i’m not going to be a nervous wreck today
you just are
and the rest of your day just revolves around that
it really bothers me when people say things like “well it’s their lost’ or “well if they couldn’t see how amazing i am then they’re not good enough for me” because maybe just maybe you really weren’t good enough for that one person and THAT’S OKAY because you’re human and not everyone is going to love you or even like you
people spend too much time making excuses for themselves or making themselves feel better with stupid remarks like that when they could spend that time bettering their character
today is just one those days where everything reminds me of you
I never know what the fuck I am doing
literally, never. not once.
I used to live with my aunt and uncle and every morning my uncle would get up around five to get ready for work because he worked in the World Trade Center and it was a long drive. Anyway, every morning the light from the bathroom and his shower would wake me up and the morning of 9/11 I remember waking up to that little light from under the door and then it was gone and he never came home and it was because he stayed in the building instead of getting out and it just amazes me that the man that used to wake me up every morning spent the day saving strangers because a plane crashed into his building and then I never saw him again.
