[rings your doorbell] yes can i speak to you about the second coming of bucky barnes
one time when i was like seven or eight i put my mom’s lipstick on the end of a stick and walked through my house making lipstick dots on the ceiling and when my mom found out she yelled and asked me why and i just said “because it’s art”
*hears noises at night*: well this is it this is the end for me I had a good life
*gets shampoo in my eyes*: I guess I'm blind now how am I ever going to see my first born child
*heart is beating fast*: I think I am having a heart attack is this what cardiac arrest is
*a cop walks by*: here I go about to get arrested I probably murdered someone
*taking a test*: don't take your eyes off of this paper you will get caught cheating and get kicked out of school and amount to nothing
*gets a sunburn*: great now I have skin cancer how will I tell my parents
*tripping over something*: I guess my leg will have to be amputated why did this happen to me
how to deal with feels:
- feelings
- ugly sobs
- tea and/or soup
- okay again
- see things that make me feel
- rinse and repeat
