Me @ 2:09am on a Friday night: omg why is my nervous system lit up like a Xmas tree lol
Me 12 mins earlier: well I guess one little looksie at the exes instagram won’t hurt
My nervous system truly doesn’t know the difference between someone that I really care about that used to care about me no longer caring about me and my and every single person I love dying in a bus crash dying in a freak bus crash.
“So what do you do with yourself?”
I make up negative fake scenarios about bad things happening to me and get sad about them like a NORMAL WELL-ADJUSTED ADULT thank you for asking
I swear people were like, “being in your 30’s are great, you learn not to give a shit” - but here I am just giving sooo many shits. Giving away shits left, right, and centre. So sensitive. A little matchstick man.