had sex last night for the first time and i had to lock the fuck in because this mentally flash banged into my head as i was inside her so i had to contain my laughter
being productive scares me. thinking about I have to do something other than rotting on my bed scrolling through my phone makes me nauseous. genuinely what is wrong with me?
im always so quick to agree when someone said “do things scared? i do things scared all the time!” and making myself the victim when it literally has been me. i’m the reason why i do things scared. its not the world is unkind to me, its me who doesnt let the world be kind to me.