Do you have anger? I have anger, bro. I get fucking pissed off. Shit gets under my fucking skin. People piss in my fucking Cheerios. I get ass-mad. I get my fucking panties in a bunch, and I be straight tripping, bro. I broke my fucking phone. I ain't been on this bitch in like two days. I broke my fucking phone. Why did I break my fucking phone? Because I'm fucking retarded, bro. Because I'm retarded. I'm riddled with traumas and mental illnesses, and I'm fucked up, and I fucking took my rage out on an object that was just nearby. I got so fucking mad, I just fucking smashed my shit for no reason, bro. It's really like that. All right? I've been fucking diagnosed with fucking, you know, with fucking bipolar disorder, with fucking ADHD, and fucking oppositional defiance disorder, and all kinds of fucked up shit, bro. I've been fucking told that I'm, you know, I might have fucking BPD, some cluster B personality disorder. I might have fucking autism, *****. I'm retarded. All right? I'm just saying all this shit to say this, bro. It's just like, rage is a poison, bro. Rage is a disease. Rage is an affliction. It's a mania. I want to embrace more stoicism in my life moving forward in 2024, and I think I'm about to get hooked on some fucking anti-anxiety medication, because I'm a fucking master. I actually really am fucked up, and I really do need help. I think I might kill myself. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon, and for the rest of my life.

Fuckin' same.

Alright, well one, you listen to that wack music and shit, turn that bullshit off, think about some different vibes. Now if you still feel like that, with some really chill vibes around you, alright, you know what I'm saying? Do what you do. But you taking that medicine, that medicine gonna fuck you up, you know what I'm saying? They got you on antidepressant medicine, all that shit does is zombie you out and then all you do is wig out within your body, but you don't express it physically, you know what I'm talking about? Chill out, man.