u are so terrified of being cringe that u are living a muted version of ur own life even though one day ur rotting flesh will be feasted upon by worms just like everyone else’s. u are a sack of meat that has put itself in prison just so that other sacks of meat won’t laugh at u
hardest thing for me to grasp as an adult is you have to keep showing up no matter how you feel. you gotta do this sad, do it heartbroken, do it grieving, do it tired. life doesn’t care, it waits for nobody, you just have to keep going
i just realized people who overexplain themselves aren’t looking for validation. they are just used to not being believed - forced to prove their memories, their pain, their worth, their truth - until they’re exhausted from just existing.
A bathroom that somehow never stays clean, a job that has you one bad email away from spiraling, and the creeping realization that adulthood is just endless maintenance with no prize at the end. It’s giving functional chaos, it’s giving “I should probably drink water instead” but won’t, it’s giving relatable existential dread.
IT'S MY 3 YEAR ANNIVERSARY WITH MY BF ON WEDNESDAY AND I THOUGHT I WOULD BAKE A CAKE FOR THE FIRST TIME BUT I AM ONLY REALISING NOW THAT USING BLOOD RED ICING AND WRITING "THREE YEARS" MAKES THIS LOOK LIKE A THREAT