Hey. Part of me is doing okay, coping with a very crappy situation fairly well. Part of me wants to stand on the gas pedal and jerk the steering wheel so I crash my car into a guard rail... the good news is that the former feelings are much stronger than the latter.

And my feelings of anger and frustration are rage are strong enough that I am gonna survive just to spite the universe that seems intent on smiteing me. “Is that all you’ve got?” I scream to the heavens, because I am gonna stick around if for no other reason that out of spite.
Dealt a crappy hand with a potentially fatal physical disease? Please. A mood disorder? Fuuck that. I can handle that shat with my eyes closed. So whoever is up there holding the magnifying glass over me to watch me squirm can go fuuck themself. I’m not going anywheere.