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My name is Lindsey, though. In Minnesota. From Alabama. I brew beer, crochet, sit dogs, draw carrots, and occupy a small studio apartment with a lovely human being and two orange sister cats.

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whydoihaveablog:

What if instead of living my life and trying really hard to be happy I instead just set myself on fire, but before I did that, I killed all of the world’s puppies because I don’t want anyone else to have happiness if I died after failing at it?

I’m not even depressed. I’m just really sick of putting in effort for anything and also I want to die? 

35 notes:

  1. pennyroyaltee said: you can come wang in Baltimore, it’s kind of scary but also fun.
  2. mynamesnotwendy reblogged this from whydoihaveablog
  3. skeptictank said: What if you stop trying so hard to be happy? What if being happy isn’t the end game? Maybe all of this trying to feel something that you don’t is too much pressure. Just do you. You’re the only one you have to satisfy.
  4. dnsh said: you didn’t think this through. there will be more puppies.
  5. whiskeythoughts reblogged this from whydoihaveablog
  6. andiwa said: but you got a new straightener.
  7. choire said: Seems reasonable.
  8. leighsmith reblogged this from whydoihaveablog
  9. thekeyholepeeker reblogged this from whydoihaveablog
  10. skillzmcfly said: All the effort is worth it once in a great while. It’s the little things and you have to learn how to squeeze every bit of happiness out of them while they’re around, to make it last until the next little thing.
  11. blackarmor said: real talk.
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