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It like everything has decided it hates me. My body, my computer, my music players... And when it comes to some form of technology, it just decides it can't find itself, and whoops, I'm sorry, did you want me to do something? Let me go in hiding and just destroy myself since I can't stand you at all.

Rargh.

...

But the anger is really just a cover. I'm feeling helpless here.

a thought

Laughter and tears are not, despite cliché, opposites.

Because laughing when you want to cry hurts worst of all.