Nothing interests me. I need to remember to keep it cool throughout all this. I’m too young to have a mid-life crisis. Ugh.
I also can’t afford it. I have many years and will need the money.
Or, er, um…
Fuck you for showing up. I hate you a lot.
Fucking up my nerves.
Sometimes you hybridize with reality
that fucks over MULTIPLE humes.
Literally show me a healthy person.
Ugh. Exercise. I forgot what that means…
Nothing interests me. This is probably the next phase of opioid withdrawal. Why is it taking so long to recover? I was on a lot of kratom. A lot. 30 teaspoons a day. =/
Man. Nick got me started. He didn’t even help me get off.
He didn’t even apologize!
He’s such a douche.
AND he’s not being a friend in any way shape or form! Why! Jesus.
What a BAD PERSON.
I give up.