I know you’re not supposed to talk shit about your friends, but it is quite literally the only thing that helps you cope with the nightmare of having friends.

I was so depressed last night that I read my horoscope

It feels like the internet was built to desensitize us. Like it’s part of a bigger scheme to make even the most sensitive among us tolerant of mass destruction and televised death so we’re more naturally able to cope with the world being destroyed in front of our eyes.

My night dreams are even more terrorizing than my daydreams, but I won’t go into them because listening to people’s real-life stories is boring enough; who wants to be subjected to someone’s imaginary night?

I live every day like I’m dying, but not in the fun way where you live life to the fullest; in the miserable way where you live it to the emptiest.

How do you even cherish someone to the fullest extent? Just by thinking about how much you love them while they’re alive? All that does is make me unable to look at him without thinking about him dying. I don’t know anymore if there’s much of a difference between me picturing him dead every moment he’s alive and him actually being dead.