finals are coming up and i wonder if people think i'm actually suicidal because of the amount of times i've said "i want to kill myself" during these past couple of weeks

i swear i'm more interesting than my set descriptions
 
...but just barely

perpetual boredom

if we die in each other's arms, still get laid in that afterlife

at home buried under three blankets because at 55 degrees, it's too cold to be social

sweater weather is the best weather

school still sucks, shocker

life's a chore

"i was taught to act my shoe size, never my age"

i'm so tired
so
so
so
so
tired