I'm in a place where I don't have anything to say anymore. Maybe I'm tired, or depressed. I want to communicate, but am met with a deep feeling of "fuck it"
I guess my reverse seasonal depression is kicking in. I will be going back to work in a few weeks, and its a weird thing to hate that the weather is getting nicer, but this is a sign that soon I will be cooking in a truck 14 hours a day breathing diesel smoke and dealing with shitty attitudes.
Cant I just grow mushrooms and write books instead? If I kick my feet and cry, will it all just go away?
@DanIsWriting when you reach out, we reach back… even if only to join you in a volley of “fuck it”s.
#FuckIt
@nopuppet_007 as if from one mind, they all sang out in a banal chorus, a melancholic symphony, the song of universal gloom, "fuck it"
@DanIsWriting if it’s not too much to ask, it’d like to perform a solo interpretive dance therewith…
#FuckIt
💃🏼
I should clarify that "fuck it" should be interpreted with a melancholy tone, not an enthusiastic, or salacious tone. Apologize for any confusion.