I was almost handed a perfect solution to all my problems without having to work for it at all, and now it’s gone. Why do bad things always happen to mediocre people who are lying about their identities?
adulthood is just a constant struggle of, “man, i want cookies for breakfast, but I also recognize this is a bad nutritional decision. On the other hand, the only one who can stop me is me. i know that fucker’s weaknesses. i could totally take me in a fight.”
frog and toad are my two remaining brain cells struggling to keep my horrible body alive
