If it’s all bullshit?
The next part of thinking is
“where did it come from?”.
I feel like I might not want to know the answer to that, or like I already know it.
How fucked up would it be if I were right?
Seems like we mummify ourselves and in the end it has the same effect as the people talking till they’re blue in the face.
Nothing.
Care or don’t care, there is no difference? It does not matter?
Care and stay quiet.
Care and scream from the rooftops.
Not even a dent, doesn’t even put a dent into the fuckin problems.
How are you not disheartened?
How do you remain colorful?
I don’t understand.
I don’t know how people do it 😞
dawn 