I can’t talk to my brother comfortably because he just wants to have his own life. My boss just texted me to abuse me some more. Good fucking riddance. Fuck I hate pharma. It’s so corrupt. You have no idea.

But not really. Not when you care about disputable ideas like facts, falsehoods like good practice, etc. etc.

I couldn’t think of any other loathsome bitchiness from the species.

You don’t want to be alive. Trust me.

This is not a good idea. This “life” thing. It’s not worth it.

What is happiness? I haven’t felt it in a while.

I don’t want to go on my walk.

When do I get to do what I want to do?


Fuck you.

Go shoot yourself while falling off a cliff.

Fuck you.

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