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[scarednotafraid]

Last night I burnt my hand. I didn't even realise what I'd done, until I saw my skin bubbling.

Today I slept in until 1pm, simply because I had nothing better to do.

No one wants to hang with me. And I want to hang with no one.

And so, I ask myself, just what the FUCK are you doing

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Life is hell

[anonymous]

Sleep is the most enjoyable thing one can do on their own. To sleep. To dream. This is why when we die it's the big sleep. Living in your dreams. That is heaven. Life as we live it, is hell.

Life change is good, but oh so slow and in the end it's still hell. The idea is to make what you can out of hell so at the very least you can be happy enduring this bullshit we call "life".

Like she says in High Fidelity. "I can either fuck or go stick my hand in the fire, at least I'd feel something other than...this"

It's ok to not want to hang with anybody, but know there is always someone who wants to hang with you.

At life's worst, happiness can still be found.