I’ve gotten to that point in life where I don’t want to hear people’s problem. Even if I can help them, I really don’t want to. I’d rather see them miserable
Ughhhh, anyone ever have those situations where you’re being productive as fuck and everything is fine, but all the sudden you get horny as hell and can’t bring yourself to do shit all any more until you get off(me right now >_>)?
There’s nothing better than finding a secluded area no one knows about and just enjoying being there.
This puzzle is dead inside.
Is it a sin to learn to be able to live without love?
You already knew this from the start. That nothing really matters to us because…because, you and I, we’re both already dead, aren’t we?