I hate feeling like I've been put in this awkward, depressing ass position where everything I was afraid of has come true and somehow reaffirmed every single one of my paranoid beliefs. It's like, oh, okay, man... that's a little excessive.
And it's like, I can't even fucking talk about it either! So fuck me, I guess. Might as well scribble it all out through some stink-ass doodles because I genuinely have no other way to express whatever the hell is going on inside my head.
