Life is incredibly fragile. Some people live long lives while others peter out much, much earlier. Some people do lots of wonderful things, others sit on their asses and accomplish nothing more than breathing, eating and defecating.
This is it, folks. This is where life is. My life.
No matter which way I turn, what I try to do that is good and reasonable, all I manage to do is defecate.
The emptiness I feel right now is because there is no more bullshit left in me. It's surrounding me, but it isn't in me any more.
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