Being crazy f****** s****. I’m not talking about depression or anxiety or any of that low level s***. I mean, being balls to the wall crazy. I had a psychotic break and I started protesting for social issues in a hospital completely unprovoked except for my internal voice. I was a patient and then I started freaking out. Why is my life so f****** hard? I swear, it’s like I was born under an unlucky star. Because psychosis is just one nail out of many in the coffin of my life. And if any of you fuckers try to relate to me with your own stories of woe I’m going to f****** lose it. That a****** who said everyone experiences suffering to me can go f*** themselves. No, most of you b****** don’t even know the meaning of suffering. Talk to me when you’ve spent the majority of your life in Hell and you have a f****** vacation home there. F****** Christ.