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
so… I might be, very slightly, in love with Jake Johnson. Though I could be wrong. But I’m probably in love with him.
how is cooking feminine i mean it’s fuckin knives and fuckin fire and fuckin dead shit
it is feminine as hell
sent in my damn application for grad school. Now the stressful waiting begins.
I think my body is conditioning me to be anxious and stressed. I get anxious so I get shit done, but only when I get anxious about it. WHY CAN’T I JUST GET SHIT DONE WITHOUT STRESSING ABOUT IT FIRST!!!!! No one knows. My body is making me anxious so I will get shit done.
IT HAS BETRAYED ME