Anti-Quote: Feeling sad? Drown it in booze. Angry? Snap at someone who loves you. Work got hard? Lie, cheat, and steal your way out.
Nothing like cruising through life with a fucked-up haze smeared across your soul.
Why fix it when you can numb it, right?
Why grow when you can ruin every relationship you touch?
Why face your shit when you can just drag it behind you like a dumpster fire on wheels?
Pain’s just a chance to be destructive with flair.
Self-sabotage is self-care now, right?
Max Ren reflection?
That haze ain’t protection—it’s your damn excuse blanket.
Keep wearing it, and don’t be shocked when the only thing you see clearly…
is rock bottom.
