adulthood is just a constant struggle of, “man, i want cookies for breakfast, but I also recognize this is a bad nutritional decision. On the other hand, the only one who can stop me is me. i know that fucker’s weaknesses. i could totally take me in a fight.”
frog and toad are my two remaining brain cells struggling to keep my horrible body alive
highschool-era me, very obviously struggling with depression: [stops speaking, doesn’t turn in work, skips class to lay on the sidewalk like a dead possum]
my teachers, inputting my 5th failing grade that week:
Dude I really honest to god thought there was some 5 year old professional boxer out here helping other kids and like to find out its about a dog just really shook my core