Rushing through.

It means a lot. It does.  Insensible rants don’t matter much now. What we need is that certain higher being to at least shed a tear or stop time or give a crap. If that higher being does give a crap, I’d be glad if it rains shit one day. Please make it rain.

I don’t know.  I’m not worthy of time right now. If only. I wish. I could. Then I would. But I can‘t. Because I didn’t. Maybe I should.

Becoming the things that you hate most: so random unacceptable..

Oh God… 


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