On a state of perpetual FML

I think my fucking brain is going to start pouring out of my ears if today continues to be TODAY.

I'm just done. Over this. Over being fucking broke, over every fucking problem being complicated, like I'm spending every minute of every goddamn day climbing uphill, against the fucking wind, while some assholes on the side of the road throw fucking rocks at me.

When did my life get so daunting? Seriously? When did just the idea of having to deal with a DAY be enough to want to make me get in my damn car and drive until the gas runs out, miles and miles after I've thrown my stupid fucking phone out the window, possibly while laughing maniacally.

Please, planet and everyone in it, just leave me the fuck alone and let me be miserable for once.

Thanks.

Love,

D