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me: *has tons of things to do, is stressed out about getting them done, wants to be productive*
brain: lay in bed
me: why
brain: u gotta

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he: *cums before he means to (even though he’s already gotten me there several times because #me)*
he: I’m sorryyyy.
me: Oh, I don’t care. It’s hot when you can’t control yourself.
me: I like it when you’re overcome.
he:
me: Ba-dum cha.
he, hands raised in disgust: I’m marrying this woman.

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someone: hey! i haven’t heard from you in a while 🙂 what’s up? what’ve you been doing lately?
me, a dissociative nerd baby: *stares at hands* … what HAVE i been doing lately…..

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person: you come across really chill
me: yeah i suppose i am
my constant, unending, internal monologue: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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Me in the morning: today is the day I finally get my life together
Me at night time: okay but tomorrow is the day I finally get my life together
Me: *repeats poisonous cycle*

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other people: after work I’m going out with friends and this weekend I’m going hiking with ten people and then going to a concert and just like chilling with my buddies
me: after work I plan on melting. melting into my bed. becoming bed in the short time I have before I must re-engage in human contact. weekends are extended melts. being a person for more than 40 hours a week is beyond my capabilities. melting is my capabilities.