anxiety

I came out to the kitchen for a midnight snack and discovered that one of the two doughnuts I’d bought was half eaten and I really hope my mom was the one who ate it and not some rando in Walmart.

It’s all that quiet quiet quiet bubbles BWAAAAAAAMMMMMM bullshit that gets me.

I paid $15 to damn near shit myself over something I can’t see but it sounds like Cthulhu fucked Moby Dick and that’s money well spent.