There’s something so uniquely terrifying about memory issues. I feel like my self is slipping away from me.

Normal groceries like milk or bread or whatever running out is whatever. Just anotha day. But when stuff like salt or cooking oil or rice runs out it feels like You’re supposed to be here for me and you’re leaving. You’re just like everyone else

if when you write aus the characters are as close to they are in the source material as possible you fall on the nature side and if in your aus the characters are different as shaped by their vastly changed experiences you fall on the nurture side of the debate

The most basic, intractable fact about mental illnesses is that you simply cannot willpower your way out of them. The only exceptions to this rule are the ones I have, which continue to disable me due to lack of determination and other grave personal flaws

Hate when I'm trying to find my luggage at the baggage claim but they all look the same. Many such cases.

just found out you can do more than one thing each day. i was just doing the one