THE NOISE INSIDE MY HEAD

I don’t care how you see me because I don’t see you at all

are advertisers aware that if one of their ads interrupt me i will, at best, forget about the product, and at worst, become actively hostile to the product

man i hate the egoism in my anxiety. do i really think my presence is so important that it’s the focal point of everyone’s judgment? do i really see myself as someone that should be capable of getting everything right, all the time? sometimes i just want to scream at my brain that it doesn’t matter. i’m moving through the world like everyone else. it doesn’t fucking matter

when someone cooks food for someone else and watches them take the first bite…..thats love