this picture is so close to the truth it’s slightly scary. these are almost the exact things i do when my internet is down or just taking longer than usual to load shit. except i don’t cry in front of the mirror, i just throw things and wind up breaking a mirror. and i’m too lazy to actually call the internet provider but i do yell at them, assuming they are floating in the air above my head. also, once again, too lazy to pace back and forth; instead, i half sit up, think about getting up, and lay back down, repeatedly. i click refresh but usually have to stop after the 2nd time because i’ve hit the key so hard it’s fallen off. no fucking way i’ll ever get the energy to even figure out who the local congressman is let alone find a way to get to him to complain. if painting feelings means stabbing a pencil through paper then yea i paint my feelings. won’t go outside because fuck humanity. i DO ask god “why me” but not just about this, about everything. i’ve never stayed calm about anything in my life especially the god damn internet not working. …. and i don’t fucking eat donuts. i fill my stomach with gallons of ice cream.
anyway.
that’s that.
(Source: pleatedjeans, via audriejane)
