#if I had a healthy sleep schedule my timblr might not exist

[yakultii]

ok but reason no 2 why imma move back into a sharehouse when lease is up so I don’t have to worry ab randomly dying bc it’s not necessarily death that scares me but the literal rotting alone in my apartment for days and literally no one will know bc I have no human interactions except sometimes my mum texts me every few days (she’s 4hr away) but she’ll think I’m just being rude and ignoring her which makes me even sadder which is all hella ironic cos I wouldn’t be here anyway but my anxiety transcends all dimensions … like also it doesn’t scare me the fact I’d be rotting it’s more like the anxiety I’d get if I ever did a prank pretending to not know something cause I’d wanna tell them right away I want them to know I know, I can’t stand them not knowing the truth not knowing that I know the truth I always want people to know things idk why I’m like this why do they need know things when I never really know anything