There is this stiflingly strengthened insinuation that everything shall be A-OK, actually: and they DO IN-DEED appear to be these sickeningly suggestive individuals of Christ-Almighty Attitudinal situation

Even if, and when, it seems to have fed itself to the sharks of age-old therapy and other such-such stuff like

Yeah- colossal time and wasted inundation, it’s actually all so very ludicrously imbalanced for its utterly fucking disgusting worth – and he cannot seem to take it anymore. A beautiful and uniqueness of bargaining breath away from balance and, YET… … a-n-o-t-h-e-r deeper and darklier (fucking!!!) breath away…

From indented and maniacal pain… from YET(!) another bloody twenty-seven tear-driven years of completely obsessive(🤢) f-u-c-k-i-n-g paralysis of bRaiN