it's impressive how shit just follows me wow! and they tell me oh but its okay its just a rough patch, its just some shit getting in your path but its not, its more so a path of shit with an occasional sprout of grass at every thousand miles, its not temporary that's just how my life is. at this point i don't even feel sad, i don't mean this to sound like im wallowing or crying out its just existencial depression, this is my life and it sucks but i keep going just because i wanna see a couple more sprouts of grass along the way. its frustrating at best, i try to be kind, i try to work as hard as i can, to do my best but its wildly discouraging when i hand out good and get a pile of shit throw at me in response.












