the british mind cannot comprehend tex mex, i guess

i've already broken down three times today, and i'm about to break down again. i want to scream but i can't. i don't know what to do anymore. i want to graduate as soon as i can so i can get a job again. but i'll never be fast enough

i'm fucking worthless

i don't feel like i can ever open up to anyone irl about how i'm feeling because i know i'll just make them feel stressed out. everyone in my life would be better off if they didn't have to worry about me

i shouldn't have gone to school for music, i should have moved to texas to keep the decently paying job i had before everything fell apart. i ruined my life