the problem is that lack of enrichment WILL turn you into the most abhorrent little gremlin bastard known to mankind and it's entirely on you to notice that ah, yes, it's been two months since you've seen anything other than your flat, your workplace, a friend if you're doing well, and the same three streets you walk every day. and then you just gotta sternly grab yourself by the scruff and go maybe take a beach/lake/forest day or visit an art gallery or whatever and then, respectfully, calm the ever-loving fuck down






















