This is the stage in life where I say
WHY DO I FUCKING GIVE A SHIT AND WHY DO I EVEN FUCKING CARE..
Right now it’s neither anger nor sadness. I’m just feeling some slight physical pressure on ever vain from my neck to my chest. I literally feel it. I don’t fucking know whats going on. I’m even too tired to continue flaring here. I’ll take it out on my wall later.