I'm going to write a book about that. I don't care anymore. I have PTSD but fighting this shit is like walking through wet sand. Tired of being tired. Tired of my shoulders slumping. Like my mental is telling me, it'[s because your black. And I said it, retarded is your brain not understanding I'm baffled how putting ME first is offensive. I don't care how somebody feels. Somebody: My grandma died. Me: 😧 < my face My life is so... weird... don't talk to people if you can't say nothing nice. I am depressed like no other like shit!