Me: okay long day working with the birds and on my feet the whole time, tomorrow another bird shift and then gotta clean up the house before parents get back since i’m the only one that does it but i’m going to be in trouble if the house is a mess, hopefully I’m so exhausted I can just fall asleep–
My brain: have a panic attack about how your best friend will eventually hate your guts.
Me: What the fu…Or we could not do that because that’s stupid and baseless–
My brain: AND YOU WILL DESERVE IT.
Me: ……Jesus fucking Christ.