don't you just fucking love it when school therapists be like "Yo what's wrong? How are your feelings?" and I just go "I DON'T FUCKING KNOW MISS JOE, MAYBE IT'S BECAUSE MATH CLASS KEEPS ASKING ME HOW TO FIGURE OUT HOW MANY APPLES JANE HAS TO GIVE TO BOB AND HOW MUCH SHE HAS LEFT OVER-  USING A GRAPH AND FUCKING PALLET KNIFE TO CUT THE APPLES FOR SOME REASON BECAUSE SHE IS A DUMBASS- I can't do math."