I feel like I'm perpetually on the verge of losing my shit. I'm not an angry person, and nothing in particular is wrong, but I've just kind of had it. With everything. That said, I don't feel as though my demeanor is any less pleasant than usual. I'm just casually, passively, rather politely fucking sick of the universe. Surely that's not healthy. Do I need sleep, drugs, therapy, a bullet to the temple.....? Or do I need to stop whining and get over myself. Anyway, blah. Blah fucking blah blah.
Meg, who is quite the sparkling ray of sunshine on this fine spring day
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