I think, my friends, that I finally understand the origin of the phrase, “mental breakdown.”
Driving home tonight, I believe I could almost physically feel a break in my mental capacity to deal with… well, shit.
It seems that life has the capability of piling shit on you until you are crushed under the weight of it.
As soon as you find the strength to fucking make it through the shitstorm that you’ve been thrust into, you’re fucking wrecked again.
If it isn’t one thing, it’s another, my friend.
Just can’t fucking win.