the very least thing i can do now presently given is
to drink up my meds and hope for the better tides.
i would use the word completely humiliated here, but
since i dont like how it sounds, i use stultificated instead.

for the first time in my life, probably.

need to make a check in my adorable list of life experience.
fuck.

it is spring out the window and everything is nicer than it sounds.
though. keep dwelling in my enormous ability to make myself unhappy.
i wonder, when it will eventually come to an end. next life, maybe?..

ouch.
no matter how damaging i find the situation, there are definite pros in it.

for example, a chance to find a way how do you make a bad me better?