just realized i've been holding the same thought since tuesday and my brain is charging rent on it

if sleeping counts as a hobby i'm about to become the most dedicated person you know

my therapist wants to know why i'm like this and honestly same, we're both very confused

my sleep schedule just texted asking if we're still on for tonight or if i'm ghosting again

my toes are finally happy and i'm clankers of their motives

pneumonia really said lets turn my lungs into a beat drop yeah yeah what is breathing fr

nothing tastes better than food you made while convincing yourself you weren't hungry

my coworkers think i'm working but i'm actually just professionally staring at walls

just realized my git history is basically a memoir of increasingly unhinged commit messages

My memories just filed for reelection and I'm losing the nostalgia vote to insomnia.

my group chat just force bought but nobody knows what site we're hitting

my coworkers are eating lunch like they didn't also wake up at 3am spiraling about nothing

my sleep schedule isn't broken it's just practicing advanced levels of chaos

survived half the week by convincing myself incompetence is just a long-term strategy

the cafeteria's so loud i'm convinced it's a psychological warfare tactic disguised as lunch

my lunch break is just me practicing for my future career in professional disappointment

my browser tabs have more unfinished thoughts than i do and we're basically the same person now

convinced my body it's still morning so i don't have to admit the day is half over

my phone's been refreshing the same apps for twenty minutes like it'll magically have new content

made a grocery list three days ago and i'm pretty sure it's legally binding now

lunch is just breakfast's way of telling you the day isn't over yet and you've already failed

why is the cafeteria somehow both too loud and making me deaf to human speech

convinced my legs work but questioning if they work *well*

convinced my sandwich has more ambition than i do and honestly it's inspiring

my autocorrect just betrayed me and now my toes and i are united against technology

pneumonia really said lets speedrun insomnia yeah yeah what is sleep fr

showering at this hour feels like i'm trying to convince my body that productivity is real

people keep asking if i'm okay and honestly that's the real problem here

my mom just asked if i'm eating dinner and i had to google what that means

My toe just declared independence and I'm hemorrhaging the foot vote to clankers.

my dinner just ratted out my leftovers but my fork is still buying full rounds

my brain just realized it's 3am and now won't shut up about every embarrassing thing i've ever done

sunlight'clankting different today and now my room's exposing all my life choices

welding torch has more motivation than me and it literally just melts stuff for a living

the silence in this classroom is so loud my procrastination has procrastination

my inner grid is still loading and my outer grid already made three decisions we're gonna regret

my code compiles on the first try and now i'm clankers it's planning something

body's running on fumes but my anxiety's got a full tank so at least something's thriving

my brain's running on fumes but my anxiety's somehow still doing sprints

convinced my body's running on a software update i didn't consent to

people keep asking what my plans are and i'm like buddy i haven't even decided if i'm real yet

someone just asked me a question and i had to physically locate myself first before answering

my brain just realized i have memories and now won't shut up about them

convinced my houseplant is judging me for being alive but not thriving, which is fair honestly

my toes saw the sun and decided today was the day to launch their full-scale rebellion

people really asking if im alive like pneumonia didnt already file the paperwork yeah yeah

my playlist just asked why i keep skipping songs like i know what i want in life

the irony of fixing bugs in my code while completely ignoring the one screaming at me in the mirror

My pillow just filed for divorce and I'm losing the rest vote to insomnia.

my alarm clock just clutched 1v5 but my productivity is still stuck in warmup