Monday

Work was okay. Then I was almost home and then I heard a young mother silently telling her small child that I'm a guy. And that was it. It's possible that she wasn't talking about me but most likely she was. I came home all fucked up, started reacting and thinking about things in a negative way. And then a new realization came. When I get triggered I get into a negative mood. But then my thoughts and everything around me lose all positive side. I probably make no sense but whatever I'm talking to myself anyway. It's like I peel off all the positivity and only keep the negativity. That's when stacking shit comes into play.
Was making cocoa drink, glanced through the window and saw a feminine woman pushing a stroller... Fuck my life...