i won’t say anything weird anymore i prommy (different way of saying promise)
if i am killed by stevie nicks do NOT prosecute her. because she caught ME slipping. that is on ME
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depression: time for more sleeping
me: yeah okay
anxiety: WAIT
Brain: You’re a horrible, worthless, garbage person, and your life is going nowhere but to hell.
Me: I don’t know what the fuck you expect me to do about that at 11PM, my dude.
anarcho-smarmyism
