I hashtag relate with "I’m probably nonbinary but I have a job so idrc about that rn"
but it's actually just being mentally ill and the job causes the mental illness.
So, it's like clocking in at the torture chamber
and then clocking out to cry at the crying factory.
I was driving around and I felt like I was on the brink of tears everywhere.
I kinda wanted to get into a car accident but only if I was the one being crashed into.
Then I could just have something physical to show.
Lowkey, would self-harm today but I have an interview tomorrow so I need to wait until after.
Also not seen backrooms but really relate to the song "Do You Like Air Conditioing by Kane Parsons"
