hmmm if you were the subject of a horror movie what would the symbolic imagery or recurring themes in it be for you... mine would be paralyzing guilt, slugs, one last bite of food left on a plate, fire at a distance

how do I explain to my bf that the reason I was on my phone for so long was because I was watching a //addict’s// live from ole Scotland and got extremely invested because she only have 10 viewers and I got hooked because I saw something of my past self in her. God forbid the internet connects us

i don’t know how people interpret their dreams because last night i had one where i was pregnant and someone force fed me mushrooms and shaved off my eyebrows while i was sobbing because i was trying to make pancakes on the oven that for some reason was in our laundry room and i kept burning them like what the hell does THAT mean

it’s so embarrassing to have your drivers licenses ready and the cashier is like oh….. thanks. but it’s also terrible when you don’t and they’re like “ID?????” like you’re holding them up, it’s all too much

god bless whoever the guy was who saw me waiting for my order and asked if i had already been helped and i said yeah i asked but i’m just waiting a little bit longer before asking again because they’re so busy right now and I didn’t want to bother them and then he asked for me and they hurried it up 🫶🏻 appreciated that for real

Ladies, you ever go to throw up your hair at the gym be if the night and realize you’re not in control of your body. blessed be I typed this out to be for real

and then I think of my routine that was so bonkers because i would get up at 4 and eat a quarter cup of PLAIN (cold) oatmeal because i would microwave it first thing i got up so it was cold by the time i did my makeup and i could eat it as fast as possible. i would bring a gluten free fig bar to work where i did like 25,000 steps because i wore a stupid watch to track that, didn’t eat anything else until I got off at 2:00pm and struggled not to fall asleep on the 20 minute drive home, only to pass out for a couple hours once i got home. made something for dinner and started drinking around 5 or 6 and then stayed up until as late as 2 am. everyday for like 8 months. i had that amount of zero respect for myself and I’m so ashamed I can’t believe I did any of that

having a bad week in terms of body image and weight gain but I keep trying to remind myself that my ‘ideal’ body was the same body that fell asleep while driving almost every day from exhaustion and malnutrition like GIRL at least you’re not putting other people’s lives in danger get a fucking grip. who cares what you look like

i want things to stop happening !