this is exactly what the end of the semester feels like
I’m really scared and I’m trying so hard to be positive. I just want him to be okay.
Remember in the 90’s there used be a room in your house that was called the “computer room”.
— John Green (via bee-d)
Since my parents can’t be bothered to FIX THE PROBLEM. And instead believe covering up the one mouse hole we found would suffice. There is a fucking mouse in my room right now. And my cat is busy playing fucking Tom and Jerry. Fuck.
Since I can’t get rid of my fucking feelings… I need to shut him out. And the worst part is, he’s letting me.