So just rent a gun, buy a bullet, sit down and realize that nothing is going to change. The world is round, everything is a cycle and the shit will hit the fan. The people who pretend that life is great can walk around with shit all over their face, but I choose the other option. I choose to dwell on all the crap and bitch about it as much as possible because I CAN and because I SAY.
So if you want a place where you can be with others that don’t have there heads in the clouds and that aren’t blind to the fact that stopping to smell the roses is pointless since all the roses died because someone forgot to water them…then enter and continue on the path to feeling better that you aren’t alone.
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