Thanks mom, for having me show up to an empty house. Thanks again for showing up hours later, tossing money at me, and going to bed. Thanks for telling me to sleep on the couch, where I will be woken up 3 hours later by drunk pre-teens telling me I need to move so they can crash. Thanks WORK for another bullshit check. I really love driving 45 minutes to and from work every day to work short sparse shifts, with people who have more drama in their lives than I did in high school. Because folding clothes for pretentious hipsters is DEFINITELY my calling in life. Thanks for my expecting a decent sized check after picking up shifts and making LESS than 200 dollars. AGAIN. Thanks government for not allowing me to get loans for school so I can learn a trade and make a life for myself in a city I can stand. Thanks to the friends that are seeing me struggle, and kicking me down for being “selfish” because I’m unable to get the jobs and support that they have, despite that I am actually TRYING. Thanks to the people I stick my neck out for that forget I’m even here. Just, a big thanks. Massive thanks. Good morning, and fuck you.

And hello swimming at night. Brb. Gotta enjoy my natural habitat.