fantabous.

Just as litterally everything is going handy-dandy fine.
BAM.
right fucking again.
it hits your.
And you just don't know how to handle the situation.
You can't go to anyone.
Because the only people you want to talk to about this won't care.
There is the select one[s] that do.
But....you just don't know anymore.
You can't handle yourself.
You've been crying all day.
You can't take it anymore.


And now I know I will have the WORST summer of my life.
Thank you.