There’s a part of me that’s always hoping to be hopeless. Just so I can run to my grave. Take every drug I can get my hands on and live wreck less till something kills me
My take on things is that life is so short and it's literally all you have. So you take your pleasures where you can. Beating yourself up does absolutely nothing for anyone, except make your existence more miserable. Own the shit that is your life and enjoy it. The end comes too soon.
If you want to run to your grave then that's your call, it won't make any difference in the big scheme of things. But it only makes sense if you're life is so filled with pain or misery that each day is unbearable. "I'm bored" is a fucking pussy excuse, dude.
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