i sleep a bit less than the average total of hours humans should sleep in one night per every 2 day interval

i keep wanting to think that the one night a week or so i get some crazy amount of sleep (like 10+) hours of sleep is good enough somehow to reset the cycle so to speak but no. it never is. i’m back to the usual scheduled programming.

3-4 hours last night, same shit the night before. the way i woke up feeling this morning has me almost thoroughly convinced i’m touching some sort of code my pathetic little mortal brain shouldn’t even know exists through my persistence

do i even want to know what lies behind it like is it like that image with the guy in the ground mining for diamonds or should i want to turn away because what lies behind it is most definitely not diamonds?

i don’t even know man 

i’m not even doing this shit on purpose i guess my soul really fucking wants to reach transcendence but girl at what cost??? even while i’m writing this i keep accidentally typing an entirely different word than the one i actually want to type (example: typing ‘one’ instead of ‘want’) or putting words in an order that doesn’t make any proper sense lmao

why is this how the summer always is though

i’ve heard of seasonal affective sorts of symptoms only really accounting for the winter months or times with practically no vitamin D or sunshine but there seems to be quite the abundance of that right now so what is my body’s beef with good old el verano??????????

vampirism? probably a worthy contender sure checks pretty much all of the boxes

i genuinely can’t tell if i’m being whispered to or communicated with through some sort of projective means through the astral plane or whatever or if i’m just misinterpreting my obligatory 9am happy hardcore

anyways if this keeps up i’m never gonna have to purchase a bag for my groceries ever again because the ones under my eyes will be more than enough

that or i might actually slip out of the protective layer of air molecules and noclip into some other pseudophysical plane of existence without meaning to

bungee gum has both the properties of rubber and gum

i fucking hate hisoka morow