nehal

when a child goes to Build-A-Bear and constructs a teddy from the parts available no one bats an eye, but when I, Victor Frankenstein,

2025 went by in the blink of an eye but at the same time if you mention something that happened in january it feels like a lifetime ago

there should be a such thing as a medical detective. you should be able to hire a doctor to figure out what the fuck is going on with you come hell or high water by consulting whatever specialists they can get their hands on, connecting your constellation of symptoms, etc, instead of 10000 different doctors for every distinct bone in ur body that all just kinda go "dang that sucks idk" when you present with more than one fucking symptom

that's just house md

the day i get better at functioning as a person it will be so over for everyone

i just can't convey the frustration and sorrow that it's been to grow up at first without the internet and then watching it bloom into this useful, fun, connecting force you sometimes spent time on, only for it to degrade into this constant oppressive waste of time and energy where people are constantly pumping out algorithmically designed content for max algorithmic appeal and even the most simple search generates either no results or an infinite abyss of ai generated slop none of which is usable or correct. we briefly had a library of alexandria and then fed it into a paper shredder so advertisers could sell a random mash of pulp back to us at a premium.

drinking water when I have a headache should give instant relief. it should go away. what's even the point of drinking water if it can't do that

"youre the closest to heaven that ill ever be" will be pissed forever that i did not write this.

working out after not having worked out in a while is so humbling who is this dying fish

And you don’t have to do anything to deserve them

sitting on the edge of my bed sad as hell and then being like “oh i haven’t listened to music in several days” and then it saves me every time yayyyy music i love you music

you think you're inflicting yourself upon the world like an injury when you're really just existing within it. you enter every room with the subconscious idea that you're the least valuable person there, when in truth you're just as capable as the next person and they're not inherently above you. you see your mistakes as unforgivable sins, when just like anyone else, you're allowed to move on from them. that step up (or away) from self-deprecation is not this grand amount of unshakeable self-love; it's neutrality. you don't have to believe that you're untouchable and amazing with 0 doubt: you have to recognise that you're not as terrible as you think you are.

“but what if-“ no, because there is no way to know and you can’t go back. it is what it is. c’est la vie. “what if” is for future stuff, now. it’s getting a rebranding.