guilty

A little late for a resolution this year, but fuck it. Time is an illusion. 

This resolution: indulge in every one of my "guilty pleasures" until I stop feeling guilty and ashamed for liking things other people don't. It's my life, my brain, my heart. I'm going to pour in as much good stuff as I can and stop judging myself for it. 

Sitting home with covid

This isn't really about covid, but I'm stuck home with it and the fun of being off work has worn off. 

Depression isn't just not being able to get out of bed. I finally escaped and I'm trying I'M TRYING, but now all of my music somehow sounds the same and that's the worst. 

I tried a self care app with this cute little bird thing. Sort of like a depression tamagotchi. I feed it energy I don't really have in the form of words and goals, and then it fucking goes adventuring without me. 

Thanks bird, fine, just leave me after I tell you all of my problems. 

Anyways, it picks words out of my prompt responses to focus on, and now it's decided that penguins are the source of my depression. 

I mean... why not.