Wow. It's weird to type into a box again. It almost makes me feel like a teenager again. Except for the bills, chronic body pain, being responsible, et cetera. My, my, my. How things have changed, but so slowly over the years. Like I said previously, I reappear just to disappear. Again.
Is it just me? Or is ninety nine percent of the people I interact with COMPLETE FUCKING MORONS? It seems that with every passing day, I have to do more and more shit for other people. They can't seem to do stuff for themselves. Or they can't figure out how to do stuff for themselves. I FUCKING HATE THIS.
It never gets any fucking easier. One motherfuckingthing after another. Every time I develop a plan, something seems to fuck it up. Every time I have a back-up plan, something seems to fuck it up. I don't know how much more of this I can handle before I snap. I'm fucking serious. Nothing has gone my way in the past month. It's stressing me the fuck