THERE ARE SO MANY I CANNOT BREATHE.

One minute I feel confident enough to actually proceed with my plans to open a little accessories(ish) business.

The next minute I’m convinced the stuff I make aren’t good enough.

But then I also spent almost all of my free time today making peace bracelets (not in the above photo, obviously).

Yet tonight I’m sure I just wasted my time and money.

What is wrong with me?

n. frustration that you’re not enjoying an experience as much as you should, even something you’ve worked for years to attain, which prompts you to plug in various thought combinations to try for anything more than static emotional blankness, as if your heart had been accidentally demagnetized by a surge of expectations.

I’m not entirely sure if the posts are actual words or just made up, but The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows is pretty sweet.

The way Josh enunciates the word “DIE” has basically killed me and Yesh a hundred times over.