I feel like if I ever encountered Bane, I would shit my pants.
i went to the doctor about 2 weeks ago for my annual checkup. She referred me to a psychologist because she was asking me a bunch of shit and she didn’t like what I said, apparently. I went to the psychologist and he told me I have SAD, which is seasonal affective disorder. I literally get anxious and suicidal every year around this time. I’ve been coming home every day and the only way I can deal is by punching my wall. But now my knuckles are bruised and bleeding and this shit hurts, man.