Remember that one time my mom left me at the sprint store after they closed because my brother was getting in trouble with the cops again? Oh wait that’s now. Ok.
"Depression is such a cruel punishment. There are no fevers, no rashes, no blood tests to send people scurrying in concern. Just the slow erosion of the self, as insidious as any cancer. And, like cancer, it is essentially a solitary experience. A room in hell with only your name on the door."
I love lying to my grandmother about technology that doesn’t exist like I just explained to her that people invented these machines to enter dreams and I described to her the plot of inception as if it were a news story and she doesn’t know how to use the internet so she can’t fact check me
Like honestly they can’t figure out how to make her hearing aids work properly why does she believe me when I tell her that we can time travel now