having anxiety and depression is like being scared and tired at the same time. it’s the fear of failure but no urge to be productive, and it’s wanting friends while hating socializing. it’s like running a marathon with the willpower of a corpse because you want to get to the end but you also want to sleep and evaporate into the soil and become compost for snails and flowers because then at least you’re useful
I’m really drunk and decided to sleep on the couch at my boyfriend’s because I have terrible hiccups. Plus I’m also really drunk. Did I mention that I’ve had too much to drink?
My mom’s Margarita Day party was awesome.
i love conspiracy theories bc at first you think they’re utter bullshit but then you start reading these crackpot articles and suddenly you’re convinced Obama is actually a reptilian overlord and the moon landing was faked
A little tmi?
I just farted and it woke my cat up and now he’s looking at me like I broke his heart.