Me plotting out the perfect exit when I've reached my social limit

Cold butter VS. My poor toast

My anxiety describing every social interaction I've ever had

It's wird but my handwriting depends on a brand of a pen

When your mom surprises you with your favorite dish but your mouth already surprised you with this banger

Me when I'm crossing the street and a car acts like they not gonna stop

Before your anxiety kicks in

*Dented car speeds past me*

Me on the weekend