It drives me absolutely insane when adults talk to each other in euphemisms!!!!!

(This post brought to you by a 48-hour (200mg~) absence of Lamotrigne.)

which is worse: to have something and to lose it, or to think you've lost something only to realize you never even had it in the first place? because i'm currently lying in bed experiencing the absolute godawful horror of the latter

apparently this is my 10,790th day of existence, which comes out to about fifteen and a half million minutes

oh, my god! time for bed!!

what would you do if your waking life felt like suffocating inside a dark dream where chronology as you knew it was regularly thrown out the god damn window? and all that could be got were cheap thrills and dime store romance??

what if you only ever did anything to prove to yourself that you weren't dead yet???

what if your own reflection and your own name and your own memories and personality and so on began to feel meaningless and useless to you??

what if this all became an extremely long and extremely boring episode of the twilight zone that only ended when you crossed the finish line which is called Death???

what then lol

stay tuned!!

well, shit

enjoy yourself, girl

just go ahead and have a time

what the hell

hey just in case anyone was curious: my BMI is 19.9, which is on the lower end of what is considered “normal weight” for my stature

i don’t eat meat or sugar and i exercise and i have a fast metabolism, so maybe that’s why

mmmmmmhm!

(EDIT: don’t get me wrong, ok: i’m still an absolute miserable failure in every other facet of my existence. just wanted to clarify that (lol))