My anxiety always tells me I have a booger when I’m speaking to people. So I’m constantly touching my nose. Which then leads to me having anxiety wondering if these people think I been snorting something.
For some reason, the exact same pair of work pants I wear every week is now too long. I’m tripping on them constantly. I wear the same shoes everyday too.
Yesterday I did yard work with no headphones for almost 6 hours. The only song lyrics I could think of the entire time was “I'm a venereal disease like a menstrual bleed” by lil Wayne… and then I would constantly think “why would he say that” on loop. For the entire time.
Men don't understand... being a "provider" isn't all about money. It's about providing the EMOTIONAL SECURITY that allows a woman to rest in her FEMININE ENERGY. Money is the icing, not the cake
I’ve been saving the last piece of each meal I’ve had since yesterday so today I could enjoy them all again for dinner. Took a nap and woke up and it’s all been eaten. Left me nada.