Line your stomach with bread. Corrode it with beer.
Adulthood has been kind so far.
So every couple years I look back and realize what a douchebag I’ve been in the past. I did something similar a few weeks ago but only this time it was an Ariadne’s thread-like exercise. I lost my appetite and nearly relapsed into the semi-absent minded fog which is pre-depression. Thankfully, Alt-J saved me. Adolescence is so much repression and disassociation. Who knew growing up would be more remembering than forgetting?
In the spirit of self-acceptance, this is from when I used to be a crazy little git.
And here’s the best coping mechanism ever –