being on the edge of ‘functional’ is such a fucking liminal place of existing
like, can I go to work every day and earn a paycheck? yeh. Can I sustain a small circle of friends and go on a few dates every few months? pretty much. can I feed myself and get a passable amount of sleep? most the time
is my apartment absolutely littered with laundry and trash? yes as well. Have a done dishes in the last week? nope. have I been 10-30 minutes late to almost every engagement in the last year? yep. have I forgotten to shower for 4-5 days, like every other week? yeehaw
I know people look at me and are like, ‘God, she has her shit together, God I wish I could do that,’ but I’m sitting here feeling like an anxiety disaster half-person
like, we just settle for ‘passable,’ ‘almost functional,’ ‘the bare minimum of okay’ and then it’s a constant treadmill to always be a tiny bit above the curb
(via dollsonmain)
