Stepping put for a smoke, then passing out. Disregarding that it is only 9pm
I am just feeling really down right now
yo gettin married at 22 sounds a lot like leavin a party at 9:30 pm
yeah but you get to leave the party with your favorite person on the planet, and take off all of your makeup, and put on your ugly comfortable clothes and make popcorn and curl up in your bed and watch a movie, and have sex and go to sleep, idk how that sounds like a bad thing.
And everyone else just wakes up alone and hungover.
I think I just need to accept the fact no matter how much I like someone and how happy they make me I’m never going to be good enough and I hate that.