Existential dread? Check. Poor coping habits through drugs? Check. Still a functional member of society barely getting by? Check.

PANIC ATTACK! Check check check oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. I’m dying, I’m actively dying fuck me I can’t move that’s a stroke too right? Fuck my face looks fine and I can hold both my arms level fuck it’s a heart attack God damnit God damnit oh shit there’s no major pain though so why do I feel like I’m dying God damnit. Aneurysm! Damnit! Archer was right! Fuck fuck… breathe okay this doesn’t help but it’s what I’m supposed to do ok ok ok jesus its been ten minutes how am I alive? God damnit it’s a panic attack a real one not just bullshit anxiety like normal… ahhhhh fuck I’m still dying though this sucks it’s fake though… ok… ok… I can move again. God damn I’m fucking stupid. So stupid… This time I’ll go find a PCP to see a Psych…

See doctor, get meds, brains are scumbags, get better, get waifu, get kids, wake up every day like that one good day you had every two months. FeelsGoodMan