I want you and I don’t want to be a luxury. I want you to need me. I want you to not be able to concentrate because you’re thinking about me. I want you to reach for your phone because you thought of something you have to share with me. I want you to not even be able to breathe at the thought of never seeing me again, because that’s how I feel about you.
I’m afraid I’ll never finish college. I’m afraid I’ll finish college with student loans I can never pay back. I’m afraid I’ll get a degree and won’t be able to find a job in that field. I’m afraid I’ll get a degree, get the job I dreamed of, and hate it.
Must be nice to fuck around all week drink until you black out and have mommy and daddy put money into your account every week. This is the real world go learn responsibility and get a fucking job and get of your ass
Cause I have to work in about 5 hrs and these people are cutting into my sleeping time
If you need to read out fucking loud don’t do it in the common room I really don’t want to hear what you are reading about and go to the library and leave me alone and I just want my own space and when is summer and when can I be a grown up and live on my own. I’m so over dorm life this is some bull