Ah, let’s see… which blorbo will morosely occupy my mind today?

RONAN LYNCH??? WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU DRAG RONAN LYNCH OUT FROM?

I, of course, am not remotely surprised abt this, I mean

Thank god for needing to clock in to work

TW - body thoughts, weight thoughts, bad thoughts in general

Sometimes you think you’re healed enough, and then you’ll think, oh this means i won’t walk 40 minutes twice a day every day. This will mean I won’t walk 50 km a week. This means I’ll be even more out of shape.

Not: but I’ll have more time. Not: but I won’t come at half past eight every night. Not: I can go to the gym in that time. Not: but my life will be overall better.

I hate this wretched creature that inhabits my head and that is none other than myself. I wish I could grab it and tear it to pieces, unravel it with my bare hands.

“You can’t hate yourself into getting better”

I don’t care, I don’t want better I want gone

I like my job because sometimes you get very polite Slavic girls wearing THE BASTARD MÜNCHEN UNIFORM

“I rather like Oliver aiku”
“He’s my best friend favorite! She has a giant cutout of him”
“I ALREADY LIKE YOUR FRIEND”

Weekly reminder that there is a game where this actually happens