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[acsnakes]

I think I've reached a point in my train of thought, when i realized things don't matter. I don't care about anything. Don't mistake this as a sign of suicide, it is the complete opposite. I love being alive. That's the only thing i know or care about. Just being and loving. I couldn't care less what people say, do, or think. Many people

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[number2pencil]

This reminds me of one of those theories about how you can't have hot without cold. How do you know what one thing is like if you have nothing to compare it to? How do you know that something is really fun without having experienced boredom? Or how can you appreciate something that is wonderful without knowing something that's 'notsogreat'? If everything was perfect, you wouldn't be a dreamer...but dreamers are great. ;)