First, I get stranded on a motherfucking beach. Then SOMEONE STOLE MY GLASSES. LIKE WHAT THE HELL. WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU TAKE MY PRESCRIPTION FUCKING GLASSES YOU ASSHOLE. Then, I break my phone. 

But the worst part is feeling this fucking sadness again. I hate this feeling. Fuck my life dude. This is what made me like I was. I thought I’d never have to go through this again but I am. And it sucks. I don’t know how the fuck to deal with it. I don’t know. I just want to disconnect myself from the world. I can’t stand it. I HATE THIS FEELING. I cannot describe my distinct hatred for this feeling.