Look, I understand you're confident and everything, but put the tub of lard away. No one wants to see it. You're a disgusting fat pig who needs to learn what a vegetable is and maybe eat it so you can loose some fucking weight. Put it away.
having anxiety and depression is like being scared and tired at the same time. it’s the fear of failure but no urge to be productive, and it’s wanting friends while hating socializing. it’s like running a marathon with the willpower of a corpse because you want to get to the end but you also want to sleep and evaporate into the soil and become compost for snails and flowers because then at least you’re useful