sometimes i’m afraid that i’m dying. stay in bed until my spine hurts or work 12 hour days/still feel incompetent and lazy. my psychiatrist told me to join a yoga class. maybe baby steps first: shower regularly, brush my teeth, call a plumber to fix the sink that’s been fully blocked for over half a year.
i think about my family and how i see them maybe 2x per year and fret about how i can probably easily count how many times i’ll see them again in my entire life.
try to form passionate opinions about things but am bombarded with valid opinions from all sides. being alive is fucking complicated, stop being a condescending asshole to people because they see the world a different way. u can absolutely relate to every human being on some level whether u want to or not.
i feel increasingly fucked up. want to rest my head on your dumb chest. want to jump in a lake and stay there all day.
