I’m so sick of people.
The guy who declared himself my boyfriend.
All these people acting like calling me pretty or nice will win me over,
and yet the one person I want to love me
Thinks I’m unattractive even when she’s high. I’m nothing.
We’re all just a bunch of whiny brats with the internet at our fingertips.
Sometimes philosophy helps.
I do not exist. I’m simply a bunch of cell that calls itself “I”.
It helps to think that because I don’t exist, neither does anyone else, and neither does this stupid nagging pain in the back of my head.

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