I’m an adult, but not like a real adult
when books make you cry like fuck you book you’re a stack of paper
Had a much needed heart to heart with the roommate. I feel one thousand times better. Sometimes it’s nice to know people will be there to tell you when to stop the shit and be honest with yourself.
Sometimes you end up never speaking to someone who meant the world to you again. And that’s okay. You cope and you survive. Don’t let your losses keep you back from new gains.