That little guy can’t deal. Like literally.

OMG. There is a chill in the air. I feel it where things should not be felt.

All I need is a fucking break and some light. And a seat that’s not made of cinderblocks.

Blah blah blah. Keep talking.

Literally can’t. The social battery has run out.

No. Just no. Also, stop talking.

Five minutes. I just want five minutes to read my guide on how to tighten my corset.

I just…literally can’t. I can’t even. Not for one more minute.