my headaches are getting worse and worse. i do believe that's a sign.
bed early. possibly. if i ever get off of here.
fuck this.
you're not your job.
you're not how much money you have in the bank.
you're not the car you drive.
you're not the contents of your wallet.
you're not your fucking khakis.
you're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
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