my life is constantly just an inner monologue of “why did I do that”

remind yourself

that this is a process.

things take time,

there is no rush.

- breathe in, breathe out

bf: babe come over

me: i can’t, i’m having an existential crisis

bf: my parents aren’t home

me: are any of us really, truly….home?

You Used To Say (Holy Fuck) // The Front Bottoms