This is our growing point,

where we actually start our lives.

We plan out our futures as if we're reading them out of a story book:

" I'm going to move here with these friends and have this job and marry this kind of person and have this house and this many kids and this kind of family and we're going to do these things and do this before I die and..."

JUST.FUCKING.STOP.

 

It doesn't happen just like that.

 

No one prepares us for life.

God, I wish someone told me that all my friends would vanish out of my life as if I were some kind of disease that would contaminate them.

Did I do something wrong?

Am I not good enough?

Am I annoying?

Did I fuck up?

"SHUT.UP."

i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry

 

No one prepares us for heartbreak.

The media and society glorifies it so much.

You think it's going to be this manic state of self satisfying depression,

and he'llcomerunningbacktoyouandhe'lltellyouhelovesyouandyou'llsaygodthisistheoneandyoucanheartheweddingbellsinyourmindand...

WAKE.UP.

He's gone.

Left you.

G O N E

Never loved you.

"What do you mean?"

NEVER.FUCKING.LOVED.YOU.

i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry

 

No one prepares us for work.

"I'm going to study here and then transfer there and then get this degree and have this job and in 8 years I'll be here and..."

JUST.STOP.

Your mind is going to become so consumed with

billsworkstudy

billsworkstudy

billsworkstudy

billsworkstudy

billsworkstudy

you'll be a 

DEAD.MAN.WALKING.

DEAD.MAN.WALKING.

And the only thing you can tell yourself is

i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry

 

No one prepares us for our minds.

Make one wrong move and you're

overthinkingoverthinkingoverthinkingoverthinkingoverthinkingoverthinkingoverthinkingoverthinkingoverthinkingoverth--

And you try to snap out of it but you can't so you 

inhaleexhaleinhaleexhaleinhaleexhaleinhale..

 

But nothing works,

 

and all you keep thinking is how to forget  

friendsandhimandworkandfriendsandhimandworkandfriendsandhimandwork

and you can't take the heartbreak anymore so you can't help but think

"I definitely did something wrong."

"They left because I wasn't good enough."

"They think I'm annoying."

"I fucked up."

"It was all my fault."

and your mind is screaming so loud your eyes slam shut to block it all out,

and all you can say is:

 

i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry