you could - at any given time die in your sleep, get hit by a car, train, boat, cat, be mugged, be stabbed, raped, electrocuted, fall down a flight of stairs - maybe a few. and the saddest part is that you would be the last thing on my mind, not that being hit by a cat might hurt. i don’t think bad stuff would even have a chance to see the light in my mind. maybe just laying there, tummy rubs, “i love you’s,” nachos, crummy cartoons that i never had interest in that you’ll probably hate me forever for not liking. i could put up with them though. 2 hours - tops. but when life threatening moments do happen but i’m still alive in the end i wonder, why should i waste time reminiscing over really cool stuff when it’s never going to happen again? snap. some cool things happen here and i know they will in the future but it will never be good enough, painting, tetris, tumblr, cooking. nup, nothing. ever. again.
i hate that im sensitive and jealous and stupid and quiet and ugly and annoying
(Source: cybergirlfriend, via j-esus)
