I hope it’s so difficult because that’s how many moments you spent happy.
That’s how many moments were so good you cannot just choose one.
I always get offended when people go around me on the highway I’m sorry are we not going fast enough for you. Are you in a hurry. We’re all going to die anyway
tries to do things: becomes overridden with anxiety
doesn’t do things: becomes overridden with anxiety
*has my feelings surgically removed*