guysssssssss when will the sense of dread enddddd

oh my fucking god i need to stop being suicidal

maybe my next hyperfixation will be finding god

i have a stalker on twitter that has my notifs turned on its so awesome

haven’t left the house in any meaningful way in a week

out in the world rn and i forgot my fucking cigarettes like whats the point even

when the snapp driver is talking about the traffic but im listening to ABBA’s discography so i just smile and nod

one moment you’re 18 and smoking weed in a deserted alley next moment you’re 22 and googling “how to be more present in my life and relationship to my closed ones”

grounding techniques:

name 5 textures that are bothering you right now
name 4 sounds that are overwhelming you
name 3 body parts that feel numb and non existent
name 2 thoughts you keep having on repeat
and name 1 suicide method that seems to be the most enticing one at this moment

trying to not be that one friend thats too woke bcs I need to get a job in this industry but my god I hate all of these pseudo sex offenders

i should start my own clothing line for perverted virgins

i suspect paranoia runs in my family but the grandma i thought might have it is already dead so i can’t ask her

i dont like ANYTHING or ANYONE today man happy valentine’s day to paul thomas anderson’s phantom thread I guess

me and marcel proust r kinda twins… like i might be his second coming (aside from not being able to write shit)

should i get a job or should i kill myself

when you’re autistic and even your hyperfixation doesn’t make you happy you honestly have to just kick it i think

tehran art circles need to be nuked NOW

lowkey i wouldn’t know what to do if i’m not the youngest person in the room

the vibe for today is early 2010s rock pop duo acts

I’m living groundhog day everyday