i dont know why i feel so anxious all the time. it cant be the stimulants. it cant be the not eating. it cant be the not sleeping. it cant be the stimulants. surely its not the stimulants. it cant be that i just need to eat more. surely not sleeping wouldnt cause that. it cant be
I only like women that have some abstract flaw about them, like their eyes are a little far apart or they got a lisp or they got big boobs or they got a nice ass or they thighs juicy or they pussy tight or they perfect in every way or they got Lupus or they autistic or their parents are rich or they can’t read an analog clock or they’re over 5’8” or they go to bed at 4AM OR they need surgery right now it’s urgent OR they spend $200 a month on vapes but they share them with me or they hide them from me and act like they ain’t addicted to vapes and when I ask if they have a vape they say nah of course not but that’s fine I was only curious OR they only shower once a week but I don’t even notice or they rearrange my whole house while I’m at work and I can’t find the AA batteries now and the smoke alarm is dead and I need the beeping to stop but they put the batteries somewhere esoteric and I have to solve a puzzle she created to prove that I love her so I can get the AA batteries back and when I get them back she tells me they’re cursed unless I promise to change the oil in her car so I do the oil change and then she tells me she bought the cursed oil so I’m fucked unless I tell her I’m not mad at her for that thing she did 6 months ago that I can’t even remember and I tell her I don’t even remember but she remembers so now it’s my problem to remember and I say don’t even worry about it but that only makes her more worried about it or she’s near-sighted