Murphy is really screwing me up.
I am screwed.
I don't wanna talk to anyone, about anything. But when I'm with myself and only myself, I start thinking of stuffs I shouldn't be concerned about.
Murphy, are you listening? Thank you for messing up with every component of my life. Thank you for driving me nuts. Thank you for bringing me so close to my breaking point.
But I won't break, no matter how depressed I am. Yes, I will pour it to you.
Thank you for easing my anxiety and showed me some light.
Thank you for being there when I need you.
Thank you, you who never see this.
I am still very screwed.