I hate feeling like shit never works out.
It's gonna get better, I know it...
But right now I want to just sit here. Mope. Pout. Cry.
I don't want to see you fall so low as to call yourself worthless.
Damn, why must money be such a big deal? Why does the farm reach stressful boiling point with just one month left?
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