there are so many things i dont like. about how and who and why and where i've been. but there are these just really average sort of days where i feel like, its okay.

i constantly find myself struggling to make people happy, usually my parents. because they deserve it. i think it doesnt matter what i do. i keep remembering sitting in donastrausse with paraic and crying and telling him how much i just want to be a good daughter for them. he said something that made me feel better. i cant remember it.




i dont even know what the fuck.