Do whatever the fuck you want, say whatever the fuck you want...
August 24th 2014 I used to mourn for the world. That was the old me. Instead of thinking, "what can I do?", I used to believe there was no hope, no way out of my own perceived miserable existence and thus, the world's. I would watch the news, read the papers, and wallow in their misery. Bad news sells, good news isn't as exciting to the reader, the watcher. I don't know what changed, or when. I just know how. I be
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