Not living, just surviving.

Old times, interiors, art, elegance, beautiful things, pictures of my otp, shota boys and other favorite stuff.
I complain a lot even without any reason.
I'm not a multishipper.
I don't follow back unless I like your blog.

And I’m just sitting here, thinking about how big worthless piece of shit I am. If I died, that would be good thing for everyone, there would be no waste. I’m complete failure. It’s just fucking sad and pathetic, when I know that my dad loves our dog more than me. He’s always saying that I’m stupid and useless. I feel even worse when I hear it, cause I know he’s right.