get up

I'm like really? is this happening already?
And it's like, yep.

I swear to god there is something, not god, but something that is like, making sure I get what's coming to me, in every sense, all the time.
And like, I appreciate it, because I think in the end it makes me a better person and more relateable and blah blahblah but it also just like, sucks.
It makes me depressed because I realize what I've done, and then I'm just sad besides the fact that it is actually happening to me.
And like I called it, and I think I actually asked for it.
I'm pretty sure I asked for this.

I feel a sick pain
It's surprising me

I think I've developed a lactose intolerance or something

if I can't beat it, I'll join it
I'm beating it to the punch, that's for sure.

sorry