They're so worried about how we'd handle UFO disclosure but weekly tell us things like "everyone's already permanently poisoned, also there's Legos in your dick" and expect us to go right back to work
More and more I find myself going from being outraged and upset to having to mourn the life the younger me thought I could have, confronting everything I thought I knew… the cynic in me is winning and I’m terrified by that
There’s very little left I find myself comfortable with doing and I find the motivation to do even those slipping through my fingers, and it’s like my life is over before it’s ever begun.
