[feeling like i have more in common with the dirt beneath my shoes than with the people around me] haha no big plans for me this weekend. what about you
Dads were right. Walking around with your hands behind your back and looking at everything around with a mild look of disgust and annoyance is so much fun
i have to lose 10 pounds and clean my room and get a new job and be more outgoing and make more friends and change my wardrobe and fix my gut issues and stop sleeping so late and get a masters and meal prep and stop being myself
my favorite thing about having anxiety is that when shit actually hits the fan you’re just kind of like “yeah, exactly” & wind up being the calmest person in the room