i keep wondering when my life is going to stop being a shitstorm but it keeps not stopping. it is a shitstorm, perhaps eternally
i got upset earlier and thought i might clean my room, and i got started, but then i remembered it’s pointless, i’m such a fucking pig i deserve to live in clutter and filth and even if i did get it clean, it’ll just be messy again in no time at all
the problem is me. i have no motivation, really. i don’t want to clean my room i don’t want to clean myself or my clothes or my house i don’t want to move or do anything i don’t want to see anyone i just want to waste away
i’m never gonna be anything or do anything i am going to freeload off my dad until i die or he kicks me out and i die on the streets i’m literally worse than my sister and that’s really saying something
Gou Miyagi deck.
It’s a hard mew lyf!
Pretty sure you’d look like this aswell when you’re fighting evil everyday!
Claude Monet’s home, Giverny