I woke up with absolutely no fucks to give due to my depression and I had to mow the lawn. Do you know how hard it is to write "fuck" in cursive with a riding lawn mower? I got F and U before I gave up. So there is a giant FU written in the grass of my back yard.
I’m really sorry that your Depression was a dick, but I’m super proud of you for pushing through it. I know how hard that can be.
I’m also really happy that the world has a lawn that says FU in it, because of you.











