The type of day where doing literally anything takes literally everything.

Hoping that if I repeat, "Nothing matters” enough times, my brain will eventually believe it.

Jealous of anyone who belongs somewhere.

Society's like, "Go over there and slowly die of your mental illness! Just don't bother anyone or disrupt the economy."

Support NETWORK? Bro, I’d settle for, like, a support scintilla.

Emotional SUPPORT? You sure you’re not just mashing random words together?

It's not so much a victim complex as a "tired of awful things happening to me on a seemingly continuous loop" complex.

@AskTheDevil Very true. Thank you.

Sure, I'm incapable of healing, but at least I'm semi-capable of making stupid jokes about that fact.

My theory is that the Met Gala actually happens every other month and everyone just kinda goes along with it.

"Loser"? Just because I do nothing but lose?

Too damaged to be part of society, too unambitious to pursue supervillainy.

@danialexis Oh, I’ve fantasized about that, too. I’d also settle for the original series finale, wherein Mike shared a ground-floor apartment with Crow and Tom.

@sfleetucker LOL!

Mystery Science Theater… 3000?! In THIS economy?!

@AskTheDevil That's a good instinct - and thank you!

I'd say chronic stress is destroying my life, but I'd hate to overlook the contributions from ever-present anxiety, continuous grief, and despondent depression.

Whenever I catch myself lucid-dreaming, I go on the lookout for people and objects that are likely to morph into Freddy Krueger, because I’m SMART.

It never seems to start raining until I set foot outside, so I’m either profoundly unlucky or Storm.

Got that Friday feeling*!

*contending with an all-day panic attack and imploring the universe to be nicer to me