This post has nothing to do with depression, being queer or death and dying.
But maybe it does?
This isn’t anything really bad, but frustrates me to no end. I got to wondering though if my state of mind, the constant pain and lack of sleep has me a little more edgy than I should be? That I need to be more patient, more tolerant?
Or maybe the rest of the people on the road share the same frustration when faced with this situation.
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