hearmybeatingheartexclaim:

“So I walk myself picking at a chip on my shoulder. I’m another day late and one year older…It’s failure by design. And we just want sleep. But this night is hell. I’m sick and sunk and I blame myself because I make things hard and you’re just trying to help. I got no gas. I’m winding out my gears. This is one more day on the verge of tears. And now my head hurts. And my health is a joke. Now I got to stop because the headphones broke. We don’t believe in failure. Baby, if I could I’d sit this out”