Harold Ramis, PsyD

You know, I was going to write about how I have a a mental therapist, not like, a mental therapist, but like, a therapist I made up in my head and 'talk' to when I'm sad. Haha this is why I need a real therapist. Anyway, that would have taken pictures and I don't feel like finishing that right now, but it's definitely in the works.
Also, I think my carpal tunnel is coming back.

Okay, also, story time. So there's these two dots next to my right eye (my right, not yours), and they've always sort of been there and I've just sort of accepted them at this point. Like, I even draw them when I'm drawing myself. And all of the sudden, one of said dots have decided to become acne and it's like "what? why would you betray me like that, eye dot?" And honestly, if it goes away I'm gonna miss it. Like, I'll still have the other dot, but the other dot isn't neither as noticeable? I dunno man.

I still can't ride. That's weird.

I definitely watched a kid shovel ketchup into his mouth today with a fork. That was great.

I think that's it for the day. My anxiety is acting up and I want to curl up and stop existing. I guess that's what my mental therapist is for.

My mental therapist is, by the way, Harold Ramis. He seems like a therapist kind of guy. Just like, I think he would make that one face he made in Stripes all the time if he were my therapist. Does that make any sense? Hold up.

Yeah that one. That's actually one of the first pictures that comes up when I type 'Harold Ramis Stripes' into Google. He makes that face in Ghostbusters, too. Maybe that was just a thing he did.

But yeah, I picture that thing sitting down across from me with a clipboard absentmindedly nodding while I go over my grievances. And then, essentially, I give myself my own pep talk. Occasionally, if that doesn't work (and it hardly doesn't) I'll throw in some Robin Williams while I'm at it. Double whammy. Bill Murray and Kate McKinnon make guest appearances, as well. God, I'm so messed up. I'm just some super lonely kid who has no one to talk to about their issues and it's slowly killing me and by slowly I mean very quickly and I'm not quite sure what I'm doing with my life but I definitely think there's something wrong with me but my mother refuses to take me to an actual therapist because she's convinced that Lou and I are completely fine when in reality we haven't been okay in a really long time please just someone help me. 

*Takes a very large, over dramatic breath*

That may have been world's longest run on sentence. We can now pretend that didn't happen. Isn't funny how time works like that? That sentence happened in the past, so we don't have to worry about it anymore. Cool, huh?

Yeah that's it for the day.