I received some troubling news yesterday. I can't say it didn't affect me upon hearing the whole thing.
But what really gets to me is the days to follow. I subconsciously envision every aspect of my daily life, adding several mental weights and amusing myself by thinking about how long it would take for me to drop to the floor in an almost catatonic state.
Unfortunately, this is the only solace that I can derive from said situation.
Am I scared about the present?, or the not so distant few weeks?.
Fuck it.
'Fuck this' indeed.
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