listen! you are killing yourself!

just shut up!

just shut the fuck up and be quiet! i don't even mean this in a mean way!

listen!

you can't do anything about it, can you? then what good does it do, toiling away because of it? you already have so many issues in your little pea-sized life, do you not? and those issues, small as they may be compared to the grand scheme of things, are so heavy and they take their toll on you, right? 

so why worry about things you cannot change or affect? things that are far greater than your existence? things that are far too complex and shrouded in lies and mystery, that you couldn't change or affect even if you were to shed light on every component of said things?

ignore. live peacefully and tend to yourself, for nobody is going to stop, hold your hand, and tell you that it'll be okay. it will not. it will never be okay. no war will be stopped and no issue will be resolved with your incessant worrying. you are only harming yourself and spreading panic and fear to those susceptible to it.

and even with the small things- why worry? why pay attention to them? why would you give anybody a damn fraction of your time? what have they done to you, what do they mean to you, especially strangers, especially online, to earn even a moment of your time and a bit of your attention? they have done nothing. they are to receive no response, no reply to their squawks and squeals. they are to be ignored.

exist. you won't be here for long. cry, scream, rip your hair out of your head all you want, but exist. manage your time. manage your resources. think of your priorities. you cannot stop a war, but you can stop rotting in bed. you can get up and go outside and catch up with a friend you haven't seen in months. you can talk to your beloved, to your soulmate, and make plans for the future that neither you nor they are 100% sure will succeed. stop wasting your time wondering what could be and what could have been with the world and start wondering what could be and what could have been with your own life. it's eating away at you. you are infinitesimally small and insignificant- your life only matters to those aware of your existence.

our voices will not be heard. the cacophony is far too overpowering. whisper so that only those close to you can hear what you have to say. exist, survive, pass away, and move on in peace.

time is a flat circle. anyway fuck you guys i hope you have a good day and i hope you wake the fuck up and become hermits and misanthropes like meeeeeeeeeeee. do you want to go and pick berries and mushrooms in the woods? i know i do. xoxo

valentine i really wish the other seasons of true detective were as cool as the first one i wanna keep watching it FFFFFFFFFFFFUCKKKKKK