I ordered a Cuban sandwich but received a Reuben sandwich. Ate it without complaint, and it was fucking delicious. The waitress was super ridiculous in her banter. Overall solid pre-therapy dinner

You wanna know how I know I have OCD? (My therapist told me so, I’ve listened to the same song on repeat for about an hour, and my repetitive thoughts won’t let me stop refreshing my email)

Had my favorite kind of depression nap today: huddled beneath 1 blanket, listing in and out of paralysis without actually falling asleep, my hair knotted against my head so hard that my neck starts to hurt.