In other news I got soap up my fucking dick
I believe that I could die tomorrow, so it’s difficult for me to feel bad for someone terminally Ill. Their mortality is just made more apparent to them than mine is to me. If anything, I pity my own audacity to think that for even a moment I have the power to escape the chance that I could die at any moment. Being best friends with someone who is fighting cancer, and having lost my own father to it, I’m constantly reminded that in the same way they could go at any moment, I could too. We could both crash on our way to work, or both go in our sleep for whatever reason. The biggest thing I’ve learned is that I want to never focus on the bad things that could happen. I COULD end up with nobody who cares what I think, or never fall in love or worry that the work I put out won’t be good, but that won’t get me anywhere. All I can really do is give my best work, and be a good sport when things don’t go how I’d hope. I can’t say I know that “god has a plan for me”, but I CAN say that you can’t change the past. I figure, love as much as you can. Give as much as you can, and whether there’s a heaven on the other side or just a blank slate, try to realize that the only conscience that matters at the end of all things is your own. So feed it good things. And do so often. That’s my religion.
The best song by David guetta isn’t even sung by David guetta
Avril stealin them crowns, spillin that tea, readin fa filth, etc