venting

[amputa]

Too many brain things going on. A bigger picture unifying theory awaits, as it always does, and for now remains within my reach but not my grasp...

I don't remember who said it, but in times like these, I think to myself: “Is life to short to put up with the stupid shit, or is life too short to care about it?”

How will I know when I’m done grieving?

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