Can’t Stop Caughing
Can’t Stop Caughing
My life is currently kindof like that episode of futurama where Fry drinks far too much coffee and doesn’t sleep for days. Except I’m drinking the coffee because I can’t sleep at night, not the other way around. Also I doubt that at the end I will save everybody’s life from a fire created by a robot, I’ll be happy if I make any meaningful difference in anybody’s life.
I can’t stand anybody or anything any more. Pretty sure I hate everything
I’ve become a rock these days and I swim like one. Alone again, barely surviving the tidal wave