I pretend to function well. I excercise, I take meds, I work, I buy vitamins. I'm kind to strangers...

yet... I still feel like a miserable fuck face.

During the last 5 hours: I cried, I laughted hysterically, I was angry, I was tired, I was normal. 

Yay! But it's all about my attitude... It's not about having shitty childhood, ptsd, autism, not a single soul to stay by my side, when people were abusing me and being born in a shithole with no opportunity to fullfill my dreams, when I still had them. 

I don't give a shit, if my fRieNdS call it being a quitter. So be it. I don't give a shit anymore about standards of this shit, materialistic society. 

Fuck this bullshit! Once my cat is gone, I will free myself.