I’m the product of two failures with histories of depression, so I just feel like every ounce of joy costs a pound of numbness. No exploitation or too much joy needed.
I feel ya. My parents literally met at an Alcoholic’s Anonymous meeting, and they both continued to use and drink long after that too.
That said, eh, fuck paying for joy. Steal that shit like its a grape at a grocery store. Just make sure you’re not stealing from people in the same boat, cause thats just stealing from yourself in the end too.
I’m the product of two failures with histories of depression, so I just feel like every ounce of joy costs a pound of numbness. No exploitation or too much joy needed.
I feel ya. My parents literally met at an Alcoholic’s Anonymous meeting, and they both continued to use and drink long after that too.
That said, eh, fuck paying for joy. Steal that shit like its a grape at a grocery store. Just make sure you’re not stealing from people in the same boat, cause thats just stealing from yourself in the end too.