i wake up, i cry over spilt milk, put all of my eggs in one basket, bite off more than i can chew, jump the gun, fly off the handle and then die on that hill
me during the 167 hours a week i am not in therapy: life is pain existence is a prison i will never recover i am doomed there is no point there is no purpose i am the oldest 27 year old alive it’s over
me during the 1 hour a week i am in therapy: in my chex mix era #chexmixera
My parents at 27: Making good progress on the mortgage. We are established lawyers and educators. Time to have children soon.
Me at 27: Ok…if I’m having Movie Theater Popcorn Dinner (salty) I should probably balance it with Ice Cream Lunch (sweet)
feeling anxious at a social event. gonna pick at my cuticles. surely i will not rip off too much skin, thus causing me to awkwardly hold a blood-soaked tissue to my thumb for the remainder of the event. surely i have learned my lesson by now.