I live in a dream world where nothing really matters but I pretend it really does. Nothing could ever truly hurt me because I know I can do way more damage to myself than that thing can anyways, so what’s the harm. Yet here I care about things that matter to no one, hoping that some day just one person will care as much as I. In fact I’ll share with anyone who’s bold enough to ask. Yet they never do. My opinions, thoughts, and creations are bullshit, and in the shit is where I choose to lay.
There will be a better day, and perhaps it just got better.