Am I done yet?
There is a reason no one else thinks of the stupid shit I do: because it's stupid. I think I've literally worn myself out, which is fine by me. I'm just tired of thinking about this. It's stupid. It's pointless. Know who else is scared of dying constantly? NO ONE. Why? Because it's a stupid fear.
No one cares about this shit because it's not scary. It's just not. It never was, and why is it now? Who knows. Who fucking knows.
I need a nap. I just want to enjoy my day, drink out of my adorable cat mug, and savor the fact that it's winter and I can cuddle in blankets.
DP/DR is ruining my favorite season and I am not here for this bullshit.