Dear World,

Please stop with the stuff and the anxiety and the future and the plans and the how could I ever possibly make enough of the money that I don't even really give a shit about in order to work at a job that doesn't make me want to claw my eyes out and then there's the relating to other people and the talking and the writing and the freaking text messaging and the fact that I have no social skills and you just don't make it easy, do you?

I'm going to bed.
CJ