You are better
than the things
they try to embed in your mind.
You were worth more
than the price
they try to negotiate you for.
You were beautiful before
and you will still be beautiful after.
Life’s shitty, and we’re all gonna die. You have friends, and they die. You have a disease, someone you care about has a disease, Wall Street people are scamming everyone, the poor get poorer, the rich get richer. That’s what we’re surrounded by all the time. We don’t understand why we’re here, no one’s giving us an answer, religion is vague, your parents can’t help because they’re just people, and it’s all terrible, and there’s no meaning to anything. What a terrible thing to process! Every. Day. And then you go to sleep. But then sometimes, things can suspend themselves for like a minute, and then every once in a while there’s something where you find a connection
The metro is your driver’s licence.
alcohol is not the answer
alcohol is the question, yes is the answer