does anyone want my intestines they hurt and i need ones that can keep up with my disgusting, starving college student diet

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does anyone want my intestines they hurt and i need ones that can keep up with my disgusting, starving college student diet
i simply do not want to get out of bed today
like every time i’ve taken sleeping pills they leave me SUPER nauseous why does this h appen
My head hurts a lot /o\
i've been crying a lot lately; i'm surprised i haven't dried out. why don't humans dry out like dead flowers? why can we cry and cry and cry and still have enough liquid in us to glisten in the sun--create a new ocean--sustain life on the moon? why are we such ugly creatures yet find ourselves attracted to one another. and how can something so ugly be so lovely at the same time? attracted to each other's ugly. i dont want to understand. yet here i am asking questions. why are humans the biggest paradox in the universe? no--not paradox. oxymoron. we talk about how life is so bittersweet, and the poor are richer than the rich, and we're all a group of nobodies wandering around in this limitless universe when our souls are so lit and on fire and potent with energy. i mean, look at us. we're such ugly beauties; perfect mistakes. i know sometimes we cry when we're happy and laugh when we're sad. but i've been crying so much and i'm not happy. i don't know what to make of anything. and maybe all of this means nothing; but there sure are a lot of things in nothing. infinitesimal things in one nothing. and imagine how many nothings there are out there in the world, the galaxy, the universe... and we're all kind of nothing, right? imagine that. now, how can i dry myself out? i'm tired of crying, and dead flowers are pretty, too.
i'm going to shower and crash i'm tired