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I wish I could hear another adult say "being an adult is thinking about all the relationships you fucked up and regetting things" aside from the 30 year old Brooklyn podcaster with an unhealthy fixation on the mentally disabled
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I remember peak earnestness in 2014 and I thought then I was recovering from a a lifetime of cynicism but it turns out the true bitterness hadn't arrived
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I've never done anything besides be honest but I feel like I've become more honest than ever in the past year and it hasn't helped a bit
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my life has been worse but I was less aware of it then, so in a way I'm justified in treating everyone shittier than ever
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damn i want pr*ngles but i know i’ll just shit myself later
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as a daily consumer of cannabis i am on a pace of less than one ounce per year
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(tone earnest, accepting) it’s a good thing that i didn’t have a girlfriend the last four years because despite how i know i’ve changed for the better and calmed down a lot, i am still a very intense person
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i rarely say this out loud to anyone else but i know that i am fuckin’ crazy
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my ideal life occurs as following:
mildly successful poet publishing 3-7 times a year for a few years
debut novel that fucking rules at 30-31 (i always pictured 27-28, now that i’m about to turn 26 it seems more likely that i’ll be a little closer to average)
form twinkly emo band at age 39 that does a nirvana except i do a stephen malkmus
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what the fuck, I feel so frustrated by so much all the time I don't know how to make my life better the weight of the world seems heavier than ever (may or may not be true) so lonely sick of feeling tense and stressed out all the time
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the part of me that’s extremely online and the part of me that wants to quit the internet have been fighting for years, tensions have flaired lately
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What up here’s a classic atw post that you probably forgot because it was deleted in the inevitable pruning (except that it’s new, 2018 material)
Feeling deeply, deeply fucked. Literally no physical contact with another human being in 13 months except one time almost 6 months ago. Anxiety has been less debilitating but still annoyingly ever present. New form of therapy I’m pursuing seems very difficult and that it’s one of the ones where you feel worse in the short term. Going a disappointment every two weeks. Exercised solidly for weeks and then I got sick for a week and now I feel weaker than ever. Still intermittently suffering from nausea. Farts frequent and sulfury. Bowel movements irregular. Bloating and stomach aches still on. Urination still way above the average. Work ever stressful because I’ve used all my sick and personal leave, half on actually being sick, half on doctor’s appointments, half on absolutely needing to leave work early for mental health reasons. Down to my last 30 nausea medications, of which I take 1-2 per day when the going gets difficult. Hobbies seem difficult for others to relate to, potentially damaging my brain from playing games too much. Creative process tidal. Muscles aching frequently, fibromyalgia pain returning, both aided only by the anti-inflammatory effects of coffee, which exacerbates all of my other problems.
Room well-lit, organized, and mostly clean. Not wanting to die, to which I credit my psychiatric medication. Not currently on a daily panic. Reading books better than ever somehow?
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