Forget it, let us talk about happy stuff!

Forget it.

Forget it, I'm ordering takeout.

I had my fortune read by an old lady with an eery-looking glass eye.

That way is very far, so we took a taxi.

I feel that I'm a burden to everyone, that no one will ever love me, that I'm better off dead, because that way I wouldn't hurt anyone. However, on the other hand, I want to keep living and show everyone that I'm strong.