I once flipped a table at a diner because the waitress took 22 minutes to bring my hash browns. The whole place froze like a VHS tape. I screamed “TIME IS A LIE” while flinging ketchup packets at a mural of a horse. Now I sit in my car before places, hands twitching, praying the panic’s still locked in my garage.
Sometimes my brain goes WILD and I just scream into my pillow :,> It’s okay to freak out! We’re all just trying our best here. Except maybe the people who invented Tuesdays... WHY TUESDAYS >.<