Trapped in a flesh vessel.

Wonderful!

Now I get to be a hermit and undo all of my progress with social anxiety!

I even get to be literally and inexplicably lame!

Maybe if things get more intense, I’ll get to try to convince my doctor pain killer!

My anxiety disorder causes any amount of pain to cause me great mental stress.

So since painkiller is a necessity, I’m required to express frequent need for it.

You know what that means, boys and girls?

That means I’ll be forced to harass my female guardian and have anxiety attacks until she sees fit that I receive relief for my legitimately debilitating condition!

*Sarcastic chipper tone ends here*

This summer has been a textbook case of, as cliche as the term is, a roller-coaster of emotion and experiences.

I suppose the coming knockdown drag-out fight is somewhat of an appropriate way to end a summer of such significance.