For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for...– Charles Bukowski (via fuckyeahexistentialism) (via kterrebonne) Hero.
This is me,
Yelling at the top of my lungs because I don’t know what else to do.
My days are starting to run together, I can’t ever remember what day of the week it is anymore, or what day specific things happened. I can’t think straight. I feel pressured…for no particular reason.
It all just kind of….slowed down. Somebody hit the reset button. Something’s wrong with the system. There’s a virus. It’s name? Free thought. It’s unstoppable.
I can't win. Ever.
I think it’s written into my DNA. It has to be.
That seems about right. Huge steps forward here. Way. To. Go.
Can we have a do-over? …Please?