sad but rad

i thought i’d be dead by now and now every day is a mindless fucking tiring ritual and i don’t want to do it anymore

Do y’all ever feel like a toddler trying to take care of itself

Like I just spent 30 mins eating random unsatisfying snacks until I finally figured out I was just thirsty

i wanted to feel loved without feeling like i was begging for it

i love it whenever a cat walks up to another cat and slaps it right in the face for no reason at all completely unprovoked

Sometimes having mental illness is like living paycheck to paycheck but with your brain

i love the infinite multiverse theory bc that means there’s a universe where ive pulled every single fire alarm ive ever seen

me, all the time: i could just die and not have to do this

me: *has small inconvenience* me: i guess the only solution is To Die

i hate having to like…………….. articulate my ideas