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?
Go shoot yourself while falling off a cliff.