It’s been a long fucking week so I’m sitting at a Tex-Mex restaurant nursing my 2nd glass of Patron margarita.
I know it’s only Thursday. It’s Friday somewhere.
I’m on the emotional and mental struggle bus and I think it’s about to fall off a cliff.
I just want to let you know that you have absolutely destroyed my life. You destroyed any chance I have to achieve things I wanted to achieve because you’ve crippled me.
Aside from the mental pain, you also cause me physical pain. My muscles and my joints ache. I get stomach aches. I get headaches and just recently, frequent migraines. You make being alive too much work. And sometimes I question if it’s even worth it.
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