it astounds me why life can never, - not for a day, - be carefree
like i've just got over all this bs,
and i be okay and balanced,
and right before mum's visit dis fuckery wid da tooth just _has to_ happen,
because dere's no way in the world anya can just be,
no, anya has to fuckin overcome - if not mental pain, then at least the physical one
like aaaaaggggggrrrrrr