i want to die i want to die i want to die i want to die i want to die i want to die i want to die i want to die i want to die i want to die i want to die i want to die i want to die i want to die i want to die i want to die i want to die i want to die i want to die i want to die
i’m getting assessed for adhd on Thursday next week and i’m so scared they’ll just go “NO YOU DUMBASS YOURE JUST LAZY AND A HORRIBLE PERSON” because i just so badly want to be medicated in some way to make these feelings stop
Neurodivergent planning is : “clean room, reply messages, make food” at 9am… then spending the next four hours frozen because your brain treated three small tasks like climbing a mountain.