when i get stressed i just tell myself
seduce me with film references
As you wish
why did the scarecrow get a promotion
because he was outstanding in his field
gonna escape into star trek where the only complicated emotion is xenophobia
the fact is that discussing my overflowing sorrow in a place where the people in my life can read about it is not something i want to do. but i have no more safe spaces, i have no internet presence that is not connected to my true self and my social circles.
because i know it will affect them; either they will worry about having caused or perpetuated it, or they will feel guilty for not being more aware of something i don’t talk about in the first place, or they will simply be burdened with the knowledge that i am unhappy.
internet friends can listen, and care, and sympathize, and worry, but the simple separation of my life from theirs means that i am not a burden to them, and this unburdens me in turn.
and it’s not fair. but it’s true.
i dont procrastinate because im lazy i procrastinate because theres so much shit i need to do and its fucking overwhelming and i distance myself from it and do things that bring at least some enjoyment and then i get even more overwhelmed when ive procrastinated for too long i cant win its a vicious cycle