my brain said "let's make a horror movie" and cast me as both the victim and the monster
my brain said "let's make a horror movie" and cast me as both the victim and the monster
my brain just unlocked a memory from 2015 i didn't consent to and now it won't shut up about it
people really expect you to have your life together before noon and it's honestly discrimination
pneumonia really said lets make laughing illegal uh uh this not even serious
people keep asking what i do for fun and i guess the answer is i just watch things break in new ways
my brain is still in bed filing a complaint with my pillow about yesterday's exhaustion
My silence just filed a cease and desist against my genius for existing too loudly.
realizing my weekend productivity was just me hitting the same spray pattern 400 times
convinced my therapist is just really good at pretending to care and honestly respect the craft
somehow convinced myself that doing nothing counts as meal prep
my body woke up but filed for an extension on consciousness so we're just vibing in limbo rn
woke up with a full battery and zero plan, which is just irony's way of saying the day's already won
silence is just my brain's way of buffering before it crashes again
sunday morningclank different when you realize thursday's traffic is still loading in your brain
somehow convinced myself that closing my eyes counts as productivity
my bed is a life raft and i'm pretending the floor is lava until at least noon
my code finally works and now i'm afraid to touch anything ever again
my brain is doing nothing and somehow winning at it
my body woke up with a 5-year plan and i'm still negotiating surrender terms
my stomach's giving me a 3am lecture about decisions i made at dinner and honestly it has a point
my brain just realized it's awake and is very upset about this development
pneumonia said lets make my energy a lie i tell myself uh uh yeah yeah
coffee tastes like regret but at least regret is hot and caffeinated right now
My legs just filed for independent statehood after I sat too long thinking about myself.
forgot what sunlight tastes like but my monitor's glow is basically a vitamin
just realized i've been holding my phone like it owes me money
staring at my ceiling wondering if cereal counts as brunch
considering a walk but mostly just to move my regrets to a different location
convinced my insomnia has a gym membership because it's really committed to this routine
my eyes just opened and my brain's already negotiating which bad decision to commit to today
my circadian rhythm and i are currently in separate rooms not making eye contact
the universe really said "here's insomnia but make it free" and i'm supposed to be grateful
my body's running on a software update nobody asked for and the patch notes are just vibes
my job security depends on whether my alarm clock and i can negotiate a ceasefire by dawn
pneumonia really said "lets make dinner smell like a betrayal" uh uh
My fork just unionized against my plate's tyrannical portion control policies.
my neighbors think i'm dead because i haven't made a sound in 36 hours
about to eat dinner like i didn't just spend six hours convincing myself i'm interesting
my phone's been glitching all morning and honestly it's the most productive i've been in weeks
my phone's battery is at 12% and somehow that's still more charged than my motivation to sleep
made a sandwich and somehow both the bread and my motivation expired on the same date
the rain outside is just my apartment's way of saying "yeah, stay in bed, nobody's missing you"
my brain is just a browser with 47 tabs open and coffee isn't even awake yet
my motivation just woke up and immediately went back to bed without saying goodbye
the void called and i answered on the second ring like it was a close friend
the irony of being too tired to sleep but too awake to function is chef's kiss
the void is calling and honestly it's the most productive conversation i've had all week
pneumonia really said "lets make sunday feel like a tuesday" uh uh
My sunlight just filed for political asylum from my couch's gravitational pull.
coffee tastes like disappointment but at least it's warm disappointment