watching baseball

i hate how my mental health is already one of my obsessions so i can set myself off by literally just existing and thinking about. anything. and then i start hurting myself in an attempt to exit the first loop and then i just end up stuck in both cycles. ourobouros ass brain

experienced thermonuclear levels of spiraling at work and now im just sitting in my car with my ears ringing

i love my mom but the lingering grasp she still has on my psyche despite moving out years ago is crazy

sometimes i have like. imposter syndrome that im not autistic enough and yet i do shit like this on the regular