CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
because if the next day is one of those days when you think "every day is precious, live every moment!" you'll hate yourself for having wasted the previous day, but when you get back round to one of those days where you can't even more you'll wonder how you ever did anything and think what a waste it was trying to "achieve" something when really you were just killing time and it still passed anyway and everything passes and everyone passes and life is FUCKING POINTLESS MIGHT AS WELL BE DEAD but then the next day your mind creates a way in which "everything will be okay eventually" so you can just go on with a blissful ignorant existence reading comics or watching tv or whatever time killing shit you feel like and mildly enjoy the things at the time until of course your brain corrects itself and you realsie ANOTEHR FUCKING DAY IS GONE, CLOSER TO DEATH FOR YOU AND YOUR LOVED ONES, IT'S NOT GOING TO BE ALRIGHT, IT'S NOT GOING TO COME OKAY IN THE END, THERE IS NO END, TI'S A CONTINUUM, DAYS ON DAYS NOTHING MORE, THE ONLY CHANGE IS DEATH, THE ONLY SOLUTION WOULD BE FOR TIME TO STOP MOVING BUT THAT WON'T HAPPEN, JUST GETS FASTER AND FASTER AND FASTER AND FASTER AND FUCK THAT'S A YEAR GONE NOW OH LOOK IT'S A DECADE FUCK SHIT, JUST GOING TO FUCKING DIE
i hate those dasy
i hate those dasy