Realizing that
people constantly come and go in ones life is the most uplifting thing. The reality of it in it’s midst is sort of dreary, but the dream that something better awaits is fucking amazing. I honestly don’t even know the purpose of relationships. Is it a social construct type thing? Or is it an innate characteristic of the will? Or is it for biological surplus of us robots. Either way they are nice - passive or active. They make us feel not so alone, wanted, in control. Shit like that.
I got an amazing haircut. Fuck my dad making me pay for car insurance on this fucking hoopdee. I wanted that Gucci tote.
Fuckingcocksuckwhoreballsqueefstenchnastyassmongrolfucktardassshitfacecuntbitces.
We’re all retarded.
