I don't want to
open this jar of
pickles for you.
So stop asking.
Also I want a divorce.
And Your Mother called,
She's got Lupus,
And she's disappointed
With her life.
Mostly these things are supposed to be short amusingly depressing musings. They aren't, and will never be, good. You will be happier when you stop hoping for anything better.
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