sometimes i want things so badly and i think about them so much that i begin to hate them.
I just wanna go to New York and be there and be happy and have a good fucking job and a cozy fucking apartment with an adoring fucking man. I want a fucking cat and a fucking kid maybe when I’m thirty-five and I want to wake up for once in my fucking life and feel like I’m right where I’m supposed to be. I want that. I WANT THAT.
I feel like ripping my hair out whenever I think about the future. Like I hate how I can never just be in the moment.. seriously. I’m always always always thinking about tomorrow and the day after and the day after that.