Sometimes I wish I was a robot. I mean, damn it’s like my body is PMSing non stop. One minute I’m alright and then the next I want to kill everyone in the house and then myself.
Just shoo anxiety, shoo depression. Scat, get away! Before I get the rolled up newspaper and start beating my head with it. Like a fly on the wall.
Screw meds, we need a new form of flyswatters….. mentalissueswatters