Sitting at airport gate, definitely just accidentally assaulted the man next to me with my iPhone cord. (plugged phone into charge station, then dropped it so cord slingshotted upwards right into his face.)
Then gave myself a high five.
it feels like being slammed against a brick wall so that everything inside you just hurts, and you can’t fix it. You literally cannot move from your bed, even though you know that you should want to get up and do something, but there is no desire there. It feels like dread, pure and unadulterated knowledge, that something very bad is about to happen. It is about coming out of depressive episodes and feeling like you don’t even deserve life because you waste the life you do have. living with chronic severe depression has in many ways ruined my life.
but, no, I’m just too lazy to talk myself out of it