Manifesting a world in which manifesting works.

I'm not built for this level of hopelessness.

Unclear on whether the joke that is my life is leading up to a huge punchline or if I’m currently living the punchline.

I wish my allergies were open to an amicable parting of ways.

I can only depend on myself, minus the "depend on" part.

At the end of the day, people are generally good.*

*at destroying me

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.

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.

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

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.