everyone who i’ve ever laid eyes on
everyone who has ever spoken to me
everyone who has shared a laugh with me
or played a joke on me
or has looked up to the sky and realized just how small we are
i miss you.
i miss the music that shaped my life
i hate being bored
i hate people who look like me
i hate people who try to look like me
i hate the feeling on insignificance
i hate the feeling of significance
i hate the feeling in my stomach after you realize something crucial just happened
i hate how nothing is crucial anymore
i hate that i hate so much
and most of all
i still kind of hate myself
acc:
jennifer pugh in numero
(via ghostparties)
i’ve literally asked this question like a hundred times
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