“We
live alone, we die alone. Everything else is just an illusion. ”
It
used to keep me up at night. We all die alone.
So, why am I supposed
to spend my life working, sweating, struggling?…For an illusion?
Because no amount of friends, no girl, no tasks about conjugating
the pluperfect or determining the roots of an issue or code is
gonna help me avoid my fate.
I have better things to do with my time.
Love Ties
Most things in the world aren't black, aren't white, aren't wrong, aren't right, but most of everything is just different. And now I know that there's nothing wrong with different, and that we can let things be different, we don't have to try and make them black or white, we can just let them be grey.
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