You can change as much as you can to the point where you think you’re making yourself happy and everyone around you happy, but in reality you’re killing yourself. Isn’t it such a horrible thing to try and change who you are? Happiness is such an unattainable thing if youre never fully pleased with yourself. But it’s so addictive. And you just don’t know where or when to stop.

One moment.

I think at one point or another, everyone has daydreamed about being someone else. Someone whom you’ve somehow always admired. What they look like, their personality, their judgement, their relationships, everything about them. Almost envious. Envy can be the deadliest of emotions, and we all know that. But for those couple of seconds-you wish you could step into their shoes and live like them. Even if it was just for a moment.

Bumpin

Sooner Than Later by Drake. -__-

Hey there, overthinkingness. Haven’t ran into you in awhile. Thanks for fucking up my day already. How I feel right now is ridiculous.