F*** everything.

What can i say? things have never been so swell for me, one day you wake up and figure "F*** IT" what's the point in this life? We are all controlled by unbelievably sick people. Everyone I know goes away in the end anyway. The bullet in a gun is just a fast-forward button, Grave sites are the dramatic irony of the world and Death is the white noise of the world. No thought was required for this post, I always knew it would come to this, Goodbye.

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