- Everyone: Are you okay
- Everyone: You look tired
- Everyone: You look upset
- Everyone: You look confused
- Everyone: Are you mad at me
- Everyone: What are you mad at
- Me: IT'S MY FACE
There is an ache in my heart for the imagined beauty of a life I haven’t had, from which I had been locked out, and it never goes away.
— Robert Goolrick (via thelostdeer)
