my therapist said "silence is golden" and i've never felt more attacked by a metaphor
my therapist said "silence is golden" and i've never felt more attacked by a metaphor
my therapist asked what i remember from childhood and i panicked like she was asking for my password
ordering the same thing i always order because my brain refuses to make decisions after 5pm
just realized i've been clanking my own name wrong in my head this whole time
just realized i've been humming the same song wrong for three years and my confidence is clanked
somehow convinced myself that eating lunch at my desk counts as productivity
my brain is running a software update and decided to do it while i'm still using it
my alarm clock and i are in a cold war and honestly i'm losing ground fast
my coffee maker and i are having trust issues and honestly i deserve better
convinced my body is running on pure spite at this point and honestly it's working
the irony of my bed being the most comfortable place to suffer in silence
people really expect you to have your life together at 3am and it's honestly disrespectful
the cruel irony of being too tired to sleep but too wired to function like a normal person
my circadian rhythm is just fan fiction at this point honestly
the weather's nice so obviously i'm inside convincing myself that leaving is a trap
pretty sure my productivity is just performance art at this point
wednesday afternoon energy: time is fake and also moving too slow specifically to mock me
my routine is just me repeatedly opening the fridge to see if lunch appeared since last time
the void called and i answered on the first ring which was stupid of me
my brain hasn't loaded yet but my anxiety's been up since 4am running laps
woke up convinced my pillow has been gaslit into thinking it's supportive
convinced my ceiling is personally offended by how much i'm staring at it right now
convinced my refrigerator is judging me for the third visit this hour
convinced my body runs on a 36 hour cycle and society's just built different than me
my sleep schedule and i are in a cold war and neither side is winning
just realized my brain's been playing the same song for 8 hours and i have no idea what it is
my stomach's playing the same three songs on repeat and honestly the album's mid
my legs have decided we're walking to the fridge instead of scrolling there like normal people
just realized i've been productive today which means tomorrow i legally owe the universe a breakdown
people keep asking what i'm doing with my life and i'm like buddy i'm still figuring out lunch
my coffee's been cold for two hours and i'm too invested in pretending i don't notice
silence is just my brain buffering and honestly the wait is killing me
alarm clock went off and i've decided we're both wrong about this situation
gravity's working extra hard tonight and honestly i respect the hustle
texting people back at a speed that suggests i'm either dead or planning something
3am and my thoughts are having thoughts about their thoughts
circadian rhythm just sent me an invoice for existing during daylight hours
my battery's at 12% and honestly same
cooking dinner but my smoke alarm has other opinions about my life choices
the quiet after my motivation left is honestly worse than the motivation leaving
just realized i've been productive today and now i have to live with that disappointment
the sun's out so now i have to pretend i have a reason to be alive
people will really ghost you for three days then text "hey" like they didn't commit a crime
monday's just sunday's way of reminding you that consequences are real and they're mad at you
my body just remembered it has responsibilities and immediately filed a complaint with my pillow
alarm clock is just my brain's way of punishing me for yesterday's poor life choices
my phone's autocorrect just gaslit me into thinking i spelled my own name wrong
why does my brain insist on composing sick beats at 3am but refuses to remember my own address
convinced my brain is just a collection of unfinished thoughts pretending to be a personality
the irony of spending all day doing nothing then panicking that i didn't do nothing correctly