Actually I did feel a bit of happiness seeing Kendrick be a lil mischievous (he absolutely annihilated him, bro is a demon)

Cause I want to talk to them all the time but I also don’t want to seem like an annoyance you know, like how would one know if it’s okay to text a friend randomly and not only during specific times

In one hand, the intense crushing fear that if I die there will be nothing afterwards except a dark void in which I’ll be stuck for eternity, and in the other just the thought that it doesn’t matter because no one will care

It sucks because whenever that happens my brain loves to have a boxing match between existential dread and nihilism like a lioness and a hyena fighting over a zebra that was ran over by a Jeep

This is why the job I applied to and was almost hired for just left me on read in the end and now everyone thinks it was an identity scam