just once i want someone to fight for me, to think “oh shit i could really lose her” but it seems like i’m always doing the fighting. i guess that’s my problem, people think i’m always gonna be there because when they leave i don’t shut the door on their way out. i feel myself being pushed to the point of just not giving a shit and that says a lot because even though i’m fucked up, my heart’s big
i witnessed the most fascinating thing today imo…my 4th grade art class were talking while they did their work and one of them was like “if you work hard all your life…….it means NOTHING” and their response was to all crack up and start running with this bit like. “you work all your life on an oil painting. the mayor comes in. he says ‘i didn’t even ask you to do that painting.’” they kept going giving examples of nothing mattering and laughing hysterically. they’re 9. like, we think OUR humor is depressing or w/e, how are THEY going to be