Might Fuck Around And Read A 500 Page Physical Published Book In One Sitting Like It’s 2006 And I’m

i am so tired of peeing. i drink the water, which i apparently need to live or something, then i have to go put the water somewhere else five minutes later. i drink the water, i go to a place to un-drink the water, i wash my hands, i leave, then i have to drink more water. guess where that water ends up? not in me! i give the water to my body and like a child it tosses it out and demands more. all hours of the day all hours of the night no matter what i am doing my life is interrupted by piss and this is bullshit

you ever feel like absolute garbage and then take a nap or just have a snack or something and feel 20 times better and then just be sitting there like a dumAss like wow, you Really Do Need to Eat and Sleep to Survive……..Wild

I don’t trust Maroon 5

anxiety brain: IM GOING TO DIE ALONE AND UNCARED FOR

the other side of my brain which is wearing a hawaiian shirt: [cracks another sparkling water] yeah probably

No bad people, only bad actions.

me: I will do things when I am less tired

me: *never becomes less tired*

me: oh no

who else feels like tumblr is a dying platform and it’s the virtual equivalent of being at the club still when it’s about to close in 15 minutes

hey (full homo)