i was pulling up to a gas station and mumford came on the radio so i started blasting it in my car and all the people can hear with my doors closed is just the base and theyre looking at me like “wtf inappropriate rap song is that girl listening to” and i open my car door and out comes the sound of a really aggressive banjo solo
you know that unexplainable sickish feeling where youre not really sick and you dont really have a headache but you just feel wrong and you cant get comfortable or find something that youre really into but you kinda feel too ill to sleep or eat its like your body saying “i dont know what i want you to do but this isnt it”
That’s called anxiety.
That explains at least half of my life then
*tells friend good news*
friend: “yeah but…”
SCHOOL IS SOON
THAT MEANS HOMEWORK
I definitely do not remember episodes of Spongebob looking this demonic.
“YOUR GAY” they shouted. “DUDE YOUR GAY!!!” i ignored them. it wasnt until i got home that i realized my gay had escaped. they tried to tell me.