I do not relax, I merely simmer in anxiety in different locations

might quit my job to focus on summer

why is there so much day left at the end of my energy

the key to life is scheduling things to look forward to in order to trick yourself into wanting to stay alive

why would I take the high road when I could take the psychopath

I wonder how many miles I’ve scrolled with my thumb

I’ve been on my last straw for like 300 straws now

who needs April Fools when your whole life is a joke already

Lord, help me to be the person my psychiatrist medicates me to be

where’s the manual on how to restore myself to factory settings

I’m not trying my hardest but I’m very tired which I think should be taken into consideration

turns out, that light at the end of the tunnel? huge fire

I wish I had the kind of depression that made me a famous composer instead of the kind that makes me not shower and gain 12 pounds