The relative functionality of the “maintaining stable mood” sector of my brain seems… badly calibrated, at best.
Tonight Im doing that thing where I think it is a miracle that there are so many varied things for me to love and share with all of you.
Two nights ago, I was sprawled across my kitchen floor with three bags of groceries I had painfully suffered to obtain, feeling like the most useless thing to have ever walked the earth and wanting to just fucking die
Like damn can we turn the extreme ends of this thing down a few notches
