Some days

Some days its just not kicking to get up in the morning and go to sleep at night. It’s not feeling real enough to interact with people and not being motivated enough to try. It’s hating yourself but at the same time feeling superior to everyone else, its working until you bleed and still not getting anything done. It’s the hardest thing anyone ever does.

Mondays. That thing everybody hates but can’t live without.



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