Me, in the red bus, thinking how f**ked up it is that my ancestors managed my genetic combination, precision engineered cowardice, stupidity, f**king look like a pervert, less talents than a f**king pebble, f**king non functional memory, joy is fleeting and sadness is permanent, addicted to online quizzes that make me feel my f**king depression that I cope with by procrastinating on my homework and playing games, i have zero idea how to argue my useless stupid opinion, so I can't prove my worth, lingering guilt, lack of self confidence, unintentionally creepy as shit, addicted to tote because it's the only place where I can be someone I want to be who is free to explore and not living in a basement, wasting myself, everything is f**king wrong with me.
