I Was Eating Those Beans

i am allowed to crash out. i am allowed to break rules (safely).

goodnight the little people in my phone

it’s crazy how much an inflated ego can truly effect you especially if you have an intense internal locus of control.

i freaked out over the texture of my chicken earlier, burritos i had meal planned for the next week and the texture of my chicken isn’t right because i got chicken thighs instead of breasts. i didn’t like them.

in reality, i had spent 3 hours preparing these just to be disappointed by the outcome, and its just one of those things that happen and thats okay.

but instead, i blame myself for getting the wrong type of chicken without realizing it- my disappointment with all of this effort i put in, and im bullying myself over and over expecting a different result. my ego is bruised- all because of a small mistake that anybody could have easily overlooked.

i have 10 burritos that i don’t like, and that’s okay- logically. emotionally it’s not and it’s a wild experience realizing life never truly dealt with learning how to feel disappointment without self deprecation.

"I wasted my 20s", cool man, just in time for all the gay sex and weird tattoos you're about to have in your 30s

hysterectomy feels like it would clear up a lot of space for storage. if i get them to yank that sucker out can i put a beer fridge or maybe a ps2 in there

fully believe like half my issues could be solved by getting some pussy

i only feel productive when i’m not around you.

gay + ass = gas

literally hate when a transman lowk starts to hate woman what.

detroit become human endings bro.

i’m a completionist and this game is going to destroy me it’s going to take me FOREVER to 100%.

also i fucked up and connor died. oops.