(no subject)
In our existence there is no "how" Or "why" Merely an overwhelming batch of "are". You are what you are. I am what I am. And the majority of strife taking place in this clusterfuck of a world stems from one’s desire to change what is. I have since given up. Decided that even the sense of potential means little, for what you are is what you will always be. Life-altering romantic stories exist only in fictional tales pressed together by soft men. Nobody wants a soft man. They admire his thoughts and forget his existence.