Nineteen years old. New York. I'm a walking bad habit but I'm trying my hardest to be the best I can.
I know its fucked up but I’ve been thinking about scenarios where I’m dying like when I drive or walk places. And I’m not even depressed or anything. I’m actually happy for once, I’m finally doing something for myself. Its just hard with work full time and school full time and trying to balance my social life out and actually enjoy being single. But isn’t happiness supposed to be hard. It just makes it that much better.
