Vent

Why am I so stuck with too many old and disabled people while most younger generations avoid me? Should I make them all upset by overdoing it as my revenge to them? Why is my homemade cooking looked at by others as inferior to processed shit, no matter how damn amazing hard I do? I am weak at small talks. I am weak at following various popular trends that most normies do. I'm even silently praying in deep emotional pain. Family told me it's this coronavirus crisis and tornado damage. But to me, I feel this part of my life is repetitive in a sickening way.

My bobs r small. I wish my bobs weren't small. Big bobs r nice. Life is sad.

That's sweet, but what if I wanna suffocate them instead? =^= I can't possibly do that with small bobs D: