I'm done being afraid.

I could get over anything as long as I have something new to be obsessed with

i must not get takeout. takeout is the wallet-killer. takeout is the little-death that brings total obliteration. i will face the kitchen, fridge, and pantry. i will make choices about what to cook and then execute them. when hunger is gone there will be nothing. only i will remain.

already october. that'd freak me out if any year since 2019 had been real. luckily they haven't

i wish i can just read good novels, watch great movies, listen to my favorite songs, travel, see beautiful things, eat whenever im hungry and sleep when im tired but no no, i have to go to school, graduate, find a job and struggle. 

literally nothing funnier than a newly born aquatic mammal realizing they've been cursed to live in water

im always like hehe im so smart i will avoid shame by never doing anything ever but then i feel ashamed of not living and it turns out i didn't escape any sort of discomfort i just traded it in for a less rewarding kind

everyday i wake up and i go “god i’m so tired. i can’t do this anymore.” and then i get up and i continue to do it

Unionize every workplace, take breaks, do the bare minimum, commit time theft, and stop breaking yourself for a job that would replace you within an hour of you dropping dead. If they want you to do a proper job, they can give you proper pay and benefits.

Sure everything is twice as expensive as 3 years ago but at least we also didn't beat covid