Was watching Fionna and Cake and really getting the feels from Simon Petrikov. Like what if I did just like. Go be mentally ill again. Being a normie with a job isn’t working out great. You know what was great? Hot shower / cold beer. Gonna try therapy one more time but like. Ugh. Please do not bother me with platitudes unless you’ve got $100 to send me monthly to put towards my rent.