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 should clarify that "fuck it" should be interpreted with a melancholy tone, not an enthusiastic, or salacious tone. Apologize for any confusion.
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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?