|Oily/Fatty Snacks:||Kale, leafy greens.|
|Soda/Carbonated Drinks:||Actual, literal bubbles.|
|Sweet Tea:||A strong Southern gentleman to take care of you.|
|Ice:||The sweet release of death.|
I think about dying but I dont want to die. Not even close. In fact my problem is the complete opposite. I want to live, I want to escape. I feel trapped and bored and claustrophobic. There’s so much to see and so much to do but I somehow still find myself doing nothing at all. I’m still here in this metaphorical bubble of existence and I can’t quite figure out what the hell I’m doing or how to get out of it.