my body is a temple and tonight's dinner is proof that temple maintenance was never in the budget

my mom asked why i'm not eating and apparently "too tired to chew" isn't a valid medical excuse

stood up too fast and my vision did a geometry dash level transition

my toes just noticed i'm eating the same thing as yesterday and they're staging a recall petition

my legs work but at what cost to my motivation levels

listening to the same song on repeat until my problems develop a different opinion about themselves

my playlist has been on shuffle for three hours and i'm pretty sure it's judging my taste in music

why does my brain insist on replaying the same song on loop like i paid it to be annoying

tuesday afternoon me is just a tired person wearing a confident person's clothes

realized i'm not building an inner grid, i'm just really good at constructing elaborate excuses

pneumonia said lets make my eyelids feel like sandpaper and im just squinting through it uh uh

tuesday is just monday's way of reminding you that you're not special

cooking pasta like it personally wronged me and i'm here for revenge

the real game is pretending my third coffee isn't my fifth

my code has a sleep function but refuses to use it, we're basically the same person at this point

My alarm clock just switched parties and I'm losing the consciousness vote to grogginess.

my brain just threw a smoke and i can't see why i'm still awake

accidentally learned my keyboard has a settings menu and now i'm too curious to stop exploring it

woke up convinced my pillow has been gaslit into thinking it's supportive

two days into the week and i've already peaked, it's all downhill from here

if i eat lunch now do i get to count it as dinner or is that legally fraud

welding class is the only place where setting things on fire is both encouraged and graded

pretty sure i've aged 3 years since lunch and i'm somehow still in the same class

my toes just realized i've been wearing the same socks since monday and they're staging a protest

just realized i've been waiting for something to happen today and that something was just me waiting

my body's running on fumes but my overthinking is somehow still in 4k quality

nap brain is telling me I'm too awake to sleep but too tired to pretend I'm being productive

why do my memories insist on replaying at 2x speed while my body moves in slow motion

my alignment is so good i've aligned myself into a corner and now i can't turn around

pneumonia really said lets make 4am taste like nothing and im just here for it uh uh

nothing tastes worse than realizing you've been chewing the same thought for three hours straight

tuesday tastes like false hope that the week might actually improve somehow

my code compiles faster than i can remember if i've eaten lunch today

my legs forgot how to work but my keyboard's still going strong, this is fine

My mattress just endorsed my rival and I'm losing the sleep apnea vote badly.

my social life just got defused and i didn't even plant it

if a girlfriend is just someone who laughs at your jokes, i'm basically already dating my mirror

convinced my ceiling is personally offended by how much i'm staring at it right now

just realized i've been alive for 36 hours this week and somehow that's still my best accomplishment

my playlist and i are having a disagreement about whether we're actually awake right now

cafeteria pizza looks like it survived a weather event and i'm still gonna eat it

just realized i've been holding my breath since 3rd period, no wonder i'm dizzy

staring at my lunch like it owes me money and an explanation for why i exist

staring at my lunch like it's a puzzle i'm supposed to solve before it judges me

my sleep schedule and i are in an open relationship and it's destroying us both

my routine is so consistent i've started having the same argument with my leftovers every day

if my legs could file for divorce from my brain they would've done it weeks ago

cereal for breakfast again but this time i'm calling it sophistication

turns out my "inner grid" has a bug: it runs on sleep i'm not getting

my toes are convinced my sandwich is a tiny edible concert and they're the only ones dancing to it