No, I Would Not Like

No, I would not like

Slime: *looks angry, then proceeds to fall off a cliff*

My brain: yeah me too bud

Cue me audibly gasping: DID YOU JUST EXPLODE

Don’t have friends. You’ll ask them to give you their playlists, then they just pause for a moment, before asking you if you know what vore is. And you, naturally, respond with “OF COURSE I KNOW WHAT VORE IS, WHY IS THAT NECESSARY FOR YOU TO GIVE ME MUSIC RECOMMENDATIONS”

Sometimes the first thing you hear when you walk into a room is “flesh suits,” and then you have to walk out of a room

I have transcended the likes of mankind, I have risen above the standard of people everywhere, I have conquered the likes of which you could never imagine, I have done deeds of prosperity and wealth, and I have succeeded.

I have finished 2 late work assignments

Entering a depressive episode is never fun. You think about the last time this happened, but you’re too tired to remember. You’re too tired to think of any coping mechanism that you or your therapist have ever came up with. And you start to go through the motions of life on autopilot. You don’t realize you’re in this state for weeks, until someone who you care about convinces you to take a break, and you can’t even give them that. So you keep on going until what, color starts to come in again? It’s easier? You think it’s never going to get easier again, and it’s all hopeless.

So you say, “I’ll do it for him” the reason you didn’t realize You were in an episode, because he made you want to do things. And you’ll take a god damn break because missing one day of your life being an anxious pile of goo is what you deserve. You deserve a break.