Reality Check

I'm going to write stuff that I probably shouldn't write down at all. But fuck it. I am not in a good place right now. I spent my day looking for Peanut Butter Capn Crunch. Unsuccessfully. I have a life YOU don't have a life. Despite how silly that sounds, even the most cold hearted and cynical person out there has to relent that Peanut Butter Capn Crunch is pretty fuckin great. With or without weed. Truth be told, if I had more weed I would probably be less emotionally distraught. Fuck that. Take out probably. I would definitely not be where I currently am. But here we are. I have some life drama going on. I won't write all that shit. Suffice to say, I am currently the loneliest I've ever been in my adult life. My suicidal impulse has also returned big time. And sadly, my health benefits in this shitty country currently being destroyed by Trump and his cronies are the worst they've ever been in my lifetime. I work 40 hours a week for a massive corporation whose sole self-defined purpose is to make the health of their customers better, and I am not covered for mental health visits. I guess only the customers matter, fuck the workers. But I digress. This is not meant to be a diatribe against healthcare, just a quick point check for my well being. I'm sure you can tell my humor is still evident. So I guess I'm still trudging along to some extent. I got up this morning. It wasn't easy. But there's that. But the question remains. How many more days can I do that, with or without Peanut Butter Capn Crunch?