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Bloody motherfucking hell
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I am not capable of dealing with the real world. I'm just not. I can't remember anything to save my life, I can't hold a job, and I'm pretty sure that, having never operated an ATM before, I probably couldn't. How I managed to learn to drive is beyond me.

I got a ticket for not having a transfer on the subway and I forgot about the court date. Originally, I was going to take care of it as soon as I was driving, then I was waiting for the date to come around, now it's five days passed and I realize I probably have some kind of fucking bench warrant on my ass or something.

FUCK.

I'm really pissed off at myself. I mean, I'm sure I can handle it and I'm sure it'll be fine, I suppose, but this is the kind of crap that fucking kills me.

As much as I think the current age is the only one worth living in and that the past is nothing but disease and filth, I would've been much better suited to the past. No fucking social security numbers, no licenses, no worthless piece of a paper that couldn't be forged, no fucking banks, and no goddamned bills.

I can't operate like this. I don't have a goddamned clue what I'm doing.



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