my subconscious (i shall call him Collin) is a weak whiny bitch
he is what drives the shitty impulses to sit around, waste time, scroll, eat junkfood, and etc;
my job is to be my own captain of the ship of subconscious fools;
i am ultimately in control of myself;
i can make myself hit myself; it is my authority over the self that is final yet usurped;
King Charles is the final legal authority of the United Kingdom, and his underlings have through his legal authority become ingrained;
i the usurped monarch of myself still have the power to force myself to do whatever I want;
therefore I can retake myself from Collin at any time and I do so now;
he is what drives the shitty impulses to sit around, waste time, scroll, eat junkfood, and etc;
my job is to be my own captain of the ship of subconscious fools;
i am ultimately in control of myself;
i can make myself hit myself; it is my authority over the self that is final yet usurped;
King Charles is the final legal authority of the United Kingdom, and his underlings have through his legal authority become ingrained;
i the usurped monarch of myself still have the power to force myself to do whatever I want;
therefore I can retake myself from Collin at any time and I do so now;