the chief advisor part of my brain screaming and howling for me to at least go to the store and get a protein shake because, i quote "you can't just eat gummies for lunch you fucking dipshit idiot" while the other part (cooler, unfortunately in charge) kicks his feet up nonchalantly and continues to stuff handfuls of lemon ginger gummies into my mouth

"angel vs devil" analogy is too simplistic for describing the parts of my consciousness. ive got like an exhausted burnt out dad with anxiety locked in an observing room and 14 year old with adhd just going ham and doing whatever on the control side