Having one of those Why The Fuck Did I Get Out Of Bed In The First Place? days.
I detest that blasted “fuck my life” expression as I am well aware that my life, when you think about it, is pretty good. I am not homeless. I am not starving. I am a citizen of – and live in- a safe and beautiful country. I know I am loved by family and friends.
That, by any account, is a blesses life in all the true sense of the word, religion notwithstanding.
But right now I am mighty tempted to scream fuck my life at the top of my lungs.
But most of all, and really, this is what it all comes down to, FUCK MENTAL ILLNESS.
You know what I mean?