If you ever had the pleasure of working through an addiction or two and three you’ll, one day, look back and wonder why in the world would you ever inject such things.
Just absolutely stumped.
It doesn’t make sense and the veins get all puffy.
I’m having the same sort of transition at the moment.
Lately, while browsing around, I can’t help but feel everything is made of lies and heresy.
There’s no way to confirm if anything is real. Furthermore, there’s nothing to do with the information, even if it is real.
And furthermore, the enjoyment derived pales in comparison to superior options, like actually creating something.
I guess I’m just talking to myself here.
At this point, I doubt anyone I interact with is real.