as yet another expert-approved constructive and healthy coping mechanism fails to yield the results i’m looking for i am forced to consider increasingly specific scenarios as the solution to my issues. perhaps sitting in a dimly-lit bar hazy with cigarette smoke and loudly and sloppily playing piano while semicoherently sing-narrating about what a smoking hot piece of shit loser with problems i am will fix me.
in some ways posting on tumblr feels like this