102. I think the last time I took it it was 106 or something. I literally have a test telling me there's nothing wrong with me, so why do I think there is?

3 serious concerns and 11 minor ones. But I function. It's the most empty, pathetic, worthless existence imaginable but it's apparently not bad enough to qualify as suffering. It's just like al my therapist visits that end up diagnosing me with an "adjustment disorder". Apparently I've been trying to adjust for almost half my life. No wonder my mom used to tell me to just grow up and get over it, I can almost hear her voice if she ever learned my diagnosis: "Well, adjust already. What's the problem?"

Hell if I know.