Brain surgery.

Fuck dreams. Seriously. I don't know why they exist and why they are always just wishful thinking. Also, fuck waking up when it's dark out. Daylight savings can die. Also, fuck finals because I am an awful study-er. Also, fuck my hair because it's permanently tangled and fuck me for putting off showers for days and days because I just don't care anymore. Fuck my brain for thinking the same thoughts over and over again. When it first hits me the second I wake up, I just want to scream FUCK YOU. Fuck being lonely and fuck losing friends and fuck being sad. Fuck memories. Fuck feeling so lost and angry because I don't understand people in general. Fuck you New York City for screwing up all and tossing around all that ever was my simple life.