kinda want to make a list of my drs but the idea makes me vaguely nauseous and i have no idea why
(update: i’ve made the list! i have not eaten anything, done my homework or laundry, OR gotten any sleep but hey! at least i finished the list)
one of the most fucked up aspects of being an adult is really how life-goes-on everything is. like you can be dealing with the most fucked up trauma-drama-grief and still have to sleep and eat food to survive and like. poop. pooping while you're really sad shouldn't be a thing but it is. we don't have a say in the matter. life goes on