This century is for the birds.

Today, I talked to my friend Taylor

about his family's mink farm

and how good it is for kids

to spend summers shoveling poop.

And then later we all talked about

dads who make their kids

shoot their own pet dogs

because they killed one of mom's chickens.

And then I found out

that they're going to make

"at least" a trilogy of

Harry Potter spinoff movies

about Fantastic Beasts & Where to Find Them.

And then I went to the grocery store

and all the foods

were packed with sugar

and fat

and sodium

and they were all expensive

and I couldn't buy anything

because it's all going to kill me

or at least make me go broke.

By the time I got home,

I was almost in tears.

Can't we all live on farms

and grow our own food

and eat it

and learn hard lessons about life and death

and spend time outside for fun

instead of paying $10 each time

a new version

of the same old movie

comes to theaters?

I know I'm overly romantic,

but I don't think I want to live

in this world anymore.

I feel exhausted.