Ok.
People put us under pressure and it's up to us whether we accept it or not.
They try to force their realities upon our lives, our lives that are so full, so crammed with details that we can't find places to put them, we can't hide them away, we can't be bothered to run, so we attempt to absorb them. And that's when we fuck up.Because their shite doesnt belong in our heads, our lives. They are just weak, and can't contain the crap in their own heads.
Why can't these sad bastards just fuck off and leave us alone?

Watch your back.