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Sometimes…

I just hate myself.





You know,

I don’t get it. Why do we all try so hard and kill ourselves trying to live? Why do we all work our ASSES off, when in the end, it’s not going to matter what kind of house we had, or how much money we earned, or who we liked and who we hated, because we’re all gonna be in the same exact box, six feet underground. Why does everything in the world have to be so expensive, and cost so much money? For real, the world is only temporary! Shouldn’t we all be allowed to enjoy this one life we have, with the people we’re given, and not have to worry about foreclosure, or being evicted, or not being able to pay the bills, or keeping our jobs. Shouldn’t we be able to relax? I guess it really is a dog eat dog world out there, and we’re all just destined to bring about our own demise, focusing on the only thing we can-this piece of shit world we live in.





Ariel,

tell Sebastian to fuck off. You can’t smoke weed underwater.