me out alone on the weekend “treating myself” to cope w/my stress, realizing that no amount of consumerist self care will ever really do a damn thing about the dread, shame, and despair that ambiently characterize every second of my at once pointlessly indulgent and painfully unfulfilling late capitalist existence
see shit like this is the reason that it’s so hard to turn my back on this website. Where else, pray tell, are you going to find this kind of quality nonsense.
