Dear Self,
If you could seriously stop being so ridiculously cranky and irritable, find some fucking energy in those pills you're taking, and maybe quit daydreaming of being an antisocial hermit hobo for the rest of your life, this would all be a little easier.
Love,
Self
PS: The bipolar manic/depressive bit at work isn't helping, either.
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