That point is when you run out of fucks. The world and all its shitty people are exhausting. You are pushed and pulled in 15 different directions. Eventually, the energy to deal with all of it depletes and you start prioritizing. Less and less actually matters. Eventually, nothing matters any more when you crawl into your grave. Did the problem get solved? Meh.
That point is when you run out of fucks. The world and all its shitty people are exhausting. You are pushed and pulled in 15 different directions. Eventually, the energy to deal with all of it depletes and you start prioritizing. Less and less actually matters. Eventually, nothing matters any more when you crawl into your grave. Did the problem get solved? Meh.