Like why did I mentally decide that the most comforting spot in my entire home was on the bare floor near the corner of my living room. I literally just sit here for hours and my ass hurts every time I get up. And yet I refuse to move
i am here to report that i have learned the hard way that i now cannot tolerate ALL that gluten and now have to eat gluten-free pasta or else my stomach will feel awful pain like no other and i have to crawl into fetal position
The beauty of living alone and taking care of yourself and ONLY yourself is the fact that I can eat pasta for breakfast, lunch, and dinner and no one can tell me otherwise!!!! Because personally, pasta is my self-care baby🥰🍝😋♥️
the fact that I need to take a shower before going out into a heatwave just to melt (but not be stinky) is a tragedy since I will just have to shower again later.