I did this once and I thought it said two CUPS of vanilla extract and my whole house smelled like the pillsburry dough boys butt hole for a month.
I need it. This has been the hardest year of my life.
I don’t want to die, I don’t. I want to graduate, study, get a job, have adventures, go to London, New York, go to concerts and do that kind of typical shit. But dying seems to be the only way out. That’s the only thing that never vanished. I don’t see my future, it’s all dark. Apart from death. I can’t commit suicide and I also can’t keep going like this for any longer. That’s why I only hope for death. Close my eyes and hope.
Lipton 1-24 Set
(Source: Flickr / snowfern)
speaks for itself