What, With All Due Respect, The Absolute Fuck

me replying to messages 10 days late and blaming it on my busy schedule to hide the fact that my depression has me thinking simple correspondence is an actual workload:

I love how with most bands their instagram is all very official but then you turn to AJJ and it’s like “here’s a lizard I met and also Sean did a sick kick flip yesterday”

anxiety brain: IM GOING TO DIE ALONE AND UNCARED FOR

the other side of my brain which is wearing a hawaiian shirt: [cracks another sparkling water] yeah probably

so are we just gonna ignore this y'all?

Nothing, I repeat nOTHING could ever replicate both the absolute chaos and unity created by Kahoot. But the question is, which kid are you?: The kid panicking over wifi signal? The kid going “bUT I CLICKED THE OTHER ONE”? The kid sighing in defeat? The kid screaming in pain? The kid shouting in joy? The kid who’s like “was I toooo fast? no. kashoot yourself bitch”? The kid who’s lost their soul to Kahoot? Every single one. You are and have been every single last one of these and if you say that you aren’t, you’re a fucking liar.

i am so tired of peeing. i drink the water, which i apparently need to live or something, then i have to go put the water somewhere else five minutes later. i drink the water, i go to a place to un-drink the water, i wash my hands, i leave, then i have to drink more water. guess where that water ends up? not in me! i give the water to my body and like a child it tosses it out and demands more. all hours of the day all hours of the night no matter what i am doing my life is interrupted by piss and this is bullshit

How's life

i try not to think about it