Constant Chaos
You’ve stopped pretending you’re fine. The group chat knows. Your therapist knows. That one barista with the concerned eyes definitely knows. You’re one minor inconvenience away from losing it in a Walgreens parking lot, and honestly? Fair.
This collection is for when the spiral isn’t a phase—it’s a lifestyle. You’re holding it together with caffeine, sarcasm, and blind momentum. These notebooks weren’t made for goal-setting. They were made for documenting the collapse. These tumblers are less hydration and more “emotional support beverage holder.” If the world’s gonna burn, you might as well monologue on the way down.
