It’s 5 AM. You never knew the weather service had its pernicious claws in every medium you owned until you realized it was able to issue heat alerts on every electronic device. There is nothing to do and life is empty void. Work is my sole directive; other than that, I am useless and life is meaningless.
I have an appointment with my fucking MIA therapist today. Once a month. How useless.
Dad likes fucking up the house. Downstairs especially. He makes messes.
I peed orange urine recently. I drank five cups of water after that. I didn’t feel dehydrated.
Life is not good and I think it’s not my fault. If I lived on my own things would be awesome. But my parents ruined it. So it goes. They love their progeny enough to manipulate their existence. Good good.