“Permit nothing to cleave to you that is not your own; nothing to grow to you that may give you agony when it is torn away. -Epictetus
everyday i wake up and think, what does it even fucking matter anymore. I could do merely nothing, fuck a essay, fuck a bitch, fuck a traffic. If all of these things were gone, it would make no difference, just as it makes no difference when there present. In the end the would will spin and history will write, but going unnoticed is my stupid little, pathetic, excuse, for life.
Who fucking cares?
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