Mood: Slightly unhinged
Location: Scattered across the floor of my own expectations
Mental State: Loading… 99% complete (estimated time: infinity)

The Incident

So, today was a thing. I tried to drink two liters of water a day. Now I just spend my entire life walking to the bathroom. It’s the most exercise I’ve had in years.

I stood there for a long time, just taking it in. The realization that I am an adult who is allegedly in charge of things is the most recurring nightmare I have.

The Spiral

The theme of the week is Spending Money You Don’t Have.

Happiness is a marketing strategy designed to make you feel bad for not being on a beach in a linen shirt. I’m currently on a couch in a t-shirt with a mystery stain.

I read an article about ‘optimized sleep cycles’. Apparently, if I sleep in 90-minute increments while wearing a special hat, I’ll be a genius. I just feel like a tired person in a hat.

The Aftermath

I’m writing this under a blanket fort I built to hide from my landlord’s email. It’s not a permanent solution, but the acoustics are great for whispering ‘why’.

I’m currently staring at a blinking cursor that’s judging me for my lack of words. We’re in a standoff, and the cursor has more patience than I do.

---

Mood update: I’ve decided to be at peace with my own destruction. For the next hour, at least.