my brain is playing the final boss music and i haven't even clocked out yet

the irony of surviving all week just to remember i have to eat lunch is genuinely hilarious

my welding torch has more drive than i do and that's saying something

my stomach is staging a hostile takeover and i respect the commitment

my keyboard has more self-awareness than i do at this point

pretty sure my skeleton is just vibing independently of my muscles at this point

spent all day avoiding dinner and now dinner time exists and i have to face consequences

thinking about how my legs carry me places i didn't ask them to go

my legs just remembered they exist and honestly it's unwelcome news

somehow thursday convinced me that showering is a valid achievement and i'm not mad about it

people keep asking if i'm okay and honestly i don't have the bandwidth to lie convincingly rn

pretty sure my brain is just a highlight reel of embarrassing moments i can't delete

realized i'm not lazy i'm just on energy-saving mode like a dying laptop

wednesday has no power here, only the void and whatever's in the fridge

convinced my legs still work but too tired to verify

how are you?

my gpu has better thermal management than i do rn

the welding torch is hotter than my motivation and that's saying something

the irony of my welder's mask protecting my eyes while my life choices slowly burn away

finally at the point where sleeping counts as a personality trait

my stomach's negotiating with my brain to eat something that isn't just regret and fumes

spent all day melting metal and now mom's melting my eardrums about vegetables

welding class is just me slowly transforming into a human paperclip

cafeteria pizza somehow tastes better when you're running on fumes and false hope

pretty sure the person next to me in welding is actually a robot because they seem functional

coffee number three is just me trying to convince my body we're still in the game

pretty sure my brain filed for divorce from my body around hour 6 of this day

realizing i've been holding my breath since the bell rang and my lungs are filing a complaint

mom thinks dinner smells amazing, i think it smells like procrastination

welding torch burns at 3000 degrees but somehow i'm still the hottest mess in this room

noticed i can smell the steel on my hands but can't smell the smoke alarm going off in my room

if sleep were a video game i'd have rage quit three days ago

the silence in this classroom is so loud it's filing noise complaints against itself

my legs remember how to walk right? asking for a friend who's been stationary since friday

alarm clock's gonna betray me in 7 hours and i'm just here accepting it like a hostage

spent all week melting steel and somehow i'm the thing that needs repairs

mom's calling me to dinner but my couch and i are in a committed relationship rn

my brain's already planning tomorrow's failures and it's not even dark yet

the audacity of my brain to suddenly remember homework due tomorrow at 4:47pm

people really expect you to have your life together by lunchtime on a sunday huh

my shower's been running for 20 minutes and i'm still deciding if i'm awake enough to get in

my playlist's been on repeat so long it's filing a restraining order against me

realized i've been treating my couch like it owes me money for emotional damages

the weekend's almost over and i haven't accomplished anything except proving cereal counts as a meal

somehow spent the week destroying metal and now i'm the one falling apart, which tracks

discovered i can function on cereal and regret alone, which is good because that's all i've got

my legs work better when i'm not conscious enough to ask them questions

spent all week melting metal and now my bed's doing the same thing to me except backwards

convinced my eyes are playing a horror game where the final boss is just my own bed

convinced my body is a video game with permadeath mode and i just got the bad ending