And here is your horoscope: Today is a good day to just start over. Be wary of saving too much money, because disaster could strike at any time, and I’m pretty sure heaven is just you sitting there wishing you’d bought an XBOX because it turns out you can take it with you, but there’s nothing to buy in the great beyond. Be on the lookout for a new love! Everyone has kisses. Who is going to slip one into your pocket when you aren’t looking? Your lucky numbers this week are: 1,2,3, all the way up to infinity. I am just saying. Shit is going to go good for you. Open your mouth! Get ready! - Joey Comeau she/her/hers law grad?
Dude, I’m fucking bipolar. I have a chemical imbalance going on inside my brain. GaTa, did a doctor diagnose you? Medicine and the whole nine. I take eight to ten pills every night, bro, like… The other day I felt myself ramping up. I took too much, and it probably fucked me up, man, look at me. It makes me feel like a rat in a hole sometimes. Like, I got to express this to you, bro. Hot, cold. That’s me. I never tell nobody this type of shit, bro. Never, ever. Shit’s embarrassing. Like, I’ve been like this for a while.
“You could be anything, anywhere. Why not go somewhere where your daughter is more than just this? Here, all we get are a few specks of time where any of this actually makes any sense.”
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