Hot people who cannot believe that they are hot sadden me.
Hot people who won't let you forget that they are hot anger & depress me.
I know I am not hot, but I am not the Frankenstein Monster either. But even when people tell me I am handsome & worthy, I cannot make myself concur, I simply revel in their "delusions".
It saddens me that myself & a friend can peaceably debate an issue & resolve it, no matter how important, so much better than 2 men of God.
It troubles me that the people you would most like to spend time with are usually the ones you have the most trouble arranging it with.
I hope that the friends & loved ones who have left my life but are still alive have good memories of me. Not sure why. What does it matter if I never see them again?
I have conflicting emotions about an afterlife. I don't believe that there is 1. I don't want there to be 1 when I die. 1 life has been hard enough. Yet it does comfort me to think of my Nana looking down on me, still with me in spirit. But how fucking exciting can it be up there if she has all this free time to watch me and my unimportant bullshit?
Its a true test of humanity if you've ever had a pet stare at you as you begin to jack off. Its an even bigger test of humanity as to whether or not you continue and stare back
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