I Ate A Real Big Sandwich. It Was Tasty. Needed To Tell Someone.

me: *grabbing a soda while visibly spiraling*

my dad: y'know your medication is the thing making you anxious right. it does that. it's a stimulant.

me: *stares at him akwardly for like four seconds* oh yeah i guess that makes sense

weird how sometimes just getting told why you're freakin can stop you from freakin

working… on something devious

i’m like if a writer did not write and did other things instead

I be saying "he's so silly" while he's killing someone with his bare fucking hand

yes. yes you can.

it's in the options (i forgor where they are on desktop but on mobile it's where the "log in" button would be)

Hey how’s it going? I like your tower, it’s very damp. The locusts are coming. It’s not my fault. Cool hat btw.

hey thanks, i really apprecia—wait what

I fell asleep momentarily, and now there is a small predator on my chest. Its dentistry resembles that of Sally, and its claws are as sharp as mine. I must not move, for even a small motion towards its exposed underbelly causes a brief but severe rage.

WHAT IS THIS CREATURE AND HOW DO I SAFELY REMOVE IT?!

Remember, the most powerful status effect you can inflict is "dead".