having anxiety and depression is like being scared and tired at the same time. it’s the fear of failure but no urge to be productive, and it’s wanting friends while hating socializing. it’s like running a marathon with the willpower of a corpse because you want to get to the end but you also want to sleep and evaporate into the soil and become compost for snails and flowers because then at least you’re useful
Excuse me you are the biggest cute
sneezes until my nose bleeds
"damn it not again"
Who the hell comes to me for relationship advice
like I have no idea really, are you sure you want to ask me that like the only advice I can give is communicate a butt load and respect each other and remember you are two separate human beings and a relationship is two people complimenting each other, not completing each other
my brain does not do more than that just nope get out go ask people who are in relationships I am a single lady and I have a degree in single what the hell is this relationship business you speak of
Did I just have some of that chicken soup I made earlier tonight?
Yes. Two full bowls of it. After not wanting to eat all day and finally getting a bit of my appetite back, I kind of went for it and ended up downing two fucking full bowls
I am feeling so much better aaaaaah.
I’ve been cooking chicken soup for the past 40 minutes, and my mum has just started cooking kangaroo (marinated with garlic and something uh I forget what but you know the good strong smelling stuff)
my house smells so fucking amazing right now, like my nose is half blocked and I can smell it all travelling into my room and just AAAAH I am so looking forward to eating that soup (and I might pinch some of that kangaroo kangaroo is nice)