This morning I get home, and I start having an anxiety type thing because of some stupid argument with my mom. Then this guy I was friends with in high school, tells me that the reason I'm stressed out is because I haven't found Jesus. Go fuck yourself, dude.
Then I find out that I really annoyed someone the other night by making a joke. I try to be as nice as possible, but y'know, it's just not good enough. I'm not even going to bother with some people anymore. Why waste my time?