It really blows when you know that you, yourself, have barely made an impact on any damn thing in the world.
Like, really.
If I died right ******** tomorrow, I don't think many people would give a s**t.
I mean, damn, I wouldn't care if someone like me died tomorrow, I can't imagine how others would feel.
How many people can HONESTLY say that they like me. Hm?
If I stopped talking to you, right ******** now, and never again would we talk, even after years of friendship, would you feel bad?
No, right?
You know why?
Because you KNOW I wouldn't give a flying ******** if you stopped talking to me.
I wouldn't.
Neither would you.
Which is weird.
I'm almost contradicting myself.
Almost.
I think I only love, or have ever loved, two people.
Two people, and my ******** turtle.
How does that make you feel?
Makes you feel some pity for me, probably.
Just cause I don't ******** like you.
Writing this is making me laugh.
[********], I hate people.
:3
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