rage against the machine

My life is turning into one of those comic panels where the dude shakes his fists at the proverbial “machine” and then the huge robot steps on him.

Life, you’re fucking messed up. Every time I try to fix you, you crush me.
I really, really do not know what you want from me anymore.

I just want to swim in a massive vat of Moroccan Mint Tea. 500% done.

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