That feel when you can’t tell if your body repeatedly is shaking because you are cold or because the world around you is conspiring to tell you, “Fuck your life.”
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That feel when you can’t tell if your body repeatedly is shaking because you are cold or because the world around you is conspiring to tell you, “Fuck your life.”