I just want to walk away from everyone. Everyone. Because frankly, though I do a good job of pretending, I no longer give a s*** about anyone and their bull. I don’t care about my friends’ diets and yoga regimens and their crappy book projects. I don’t care about my boyfriend’s spoiled daughter and whether her consistently failing a** can get into grad school or not. I don’t care about my brother’s uber-middle class money struggles. I don’t give a s*** about my mom’s passive-aggressive remarks about how I’ve turned out and how, despite my assurances to the contrary, they “must be responsible for what’s…happened.” Go f*** yourself. Life is a joke. I’m tired of it. I cannot wait to be out of this sad mortal coil. Adios, motherfuckers.