The cure to anxiety is completing all the tasks you have to finish for the day early and doing them phenomenally and being physically perfect and on everyone’s good side preferably even their favorite.
The cure to anxiety is completing all the tasks you have to finish for the day early and doing them phenomenally and being physically perfect and on everyone’s good side preferably even their favorite.
i would have played pretend on the playground with all of u btw
Computer. Iris by the goo goo dolls. Loud enough to kill.
The agony of thinking you’re finished doing the dishes only to turn around and to your horror: the pot.
caught by surprise by this narrative, call that a pot twist
I am a huge fan of retiring to my quarters
In this economy you’ll be lucky to retire to your nickels
leofwines-deactivated20250831:
there’s nothing wrong with me plus i don’t have any wants or needs plus i don’t feel or think at all
Gonna chill out the rest of May and then change my entire life in June. Possibly July if that doesn’t work out. Certainly no later than September or October.
Any idiot can like something thats good. It takes a real genius to like things that suck ass
just remember, tense your shoulders, grit your teeth, take rapid shallow breaths and say to yourself ”oh shit, oh fuck, this is all my fault”
(bleeding from my wound) notice anythiung differebt about me ;)
Every six months I have a night where I dont sleep at all. I stay up on my phone or watch a show but I cant and dont sleep. Cant tell if its mental illness this time or pregnancy
Update: it’s mental illness
I mean, fuck, I like bed. I like sleep. I like cozy blankies I like napping, I like to eep. I like Z catching and wink catching and counting sheep. I like doing beddie bye shit. Snooze it? Honk mimi
a printer error is an attempt from god to get you to kill yourself but you must be stronger and you must must must beat the printer to death with a large object like object
