Everythings fucked. My relationship is fucked. My friendships are fucked. My job is fucked. Most of all, I am fucked. Fucked up enough that the doctors don’t understand. Too fucked up to clean my god damn room. Too fucked up to live without drugs. I don’t want to keep taking my quatepal. It makes me such a zombie. It makes me a different person. The way I interact with people makes no sense to me, heck even the way I interact with myself makes no sense to me. I hate it. It’s fucked.