fighting for my life out here

enough of asking "would you still love me if i was a worm?" would you still love me if i was a pit in your stomach eating away at you from the inside? would you still love me if i was a distant memory you could do nothing but grieve? would you still love me if i haunted you for the rest of your life?

I love not having opinions on things

uh I mean. I’m neutral about it

sometimes i have strong opinions but they're also so inane that halfway through writing a post i'll be like "yeah, this is Absolutely not worth the energy it's taking" and delete everything. but then the opinion is still in my head. and i still want to share it. so within five minutes i go "you know, i bet i can phrase it more succinctly this time" and anyway. you all see where this is going. sometimes i do this four times in a row before i give up on the specific inane opinion and instead write a vague post about the concept of opinions as if that'll satisfy the urge to post the entirety of my inner monologue online. may or may not be relevant to what you're reading right now. and now all our lives have been enriched. you're welcome

i’m very self aware. which unfortunately hasn’t solved anything

wait now i’m curious what’s everyone’s go-to pair of shoes

"maladaptive coping needs to be respected and enabled at all costs" ass website

theres an as-yet uncategorized strain of thought on this website that seems to be like not just critical of but entirely against therapy and psychiatry, against any form of self-improvement whatsoever other than certain very specific forms of gender transition, against physical activity, and finally, against going outside.