Ativan is kicking in. Goodnight.
Listening to sad music when sad = no logic
It’s just laying here. Waiting for sleep to consume me. That’s when my anxiety strikes. When my mind thinks. It makes me cry, it makes me upset. I just want to be happy.
I wish I took philosophy in high school. Apparently I was too stupid to according to student services.
AND THIS MOTHERFUCKER
Should hang out sometime.
Just sit and have a conversation.
I would watch the shit out of that.
"i’m gonna take a short nap!"
*wakes up 50,000 years later, my race is extinct, reapers are attacking again and the apes are somehow ruling the galaxy*
I want to have a large tea party with fancy cups.