this is my four hundredth and second post
and i am going to use it to angst about regret
because i have that
about my undergrad degree
god
i wish i could go back and shake little seventeen year old me
look
this is not your fault
stop
you’re just hurting yourself
also, jesus christ, EAT SOMETHING
and then further back to little twelve year old me
but i wouldn’t shake me
i’d shake my mother
I have enough trouble getting little 26-year-old me to listen to me :/
Although I still try to tell my 15-year-old all the stuff I wish someone had told teenage-me, like “school isn’t that important” and “there’s nothing fucking wrong with you” and “living off chicken nuggets and soda is better than not eating”
so that helps, some.