Relativity
So, last summer, I gave a fuck, thought the world was ending, really really screwed myself over, built worlds around things I didn't want to deal with, wrathed it up, and all in all drove myself fucking insane. Here's where things stand now, living in the same part of the world. I am not afraid of the little things. In fact, I've realized I'm more than ready for most forseeable outcomes. I've accepted that both destruction and salvation are equally probable and that under both circumstances I will be here. The people who really matter will be there to back me up, even when I make bad and wreckless decisions. It is good to know that there is little you can do to actually end the world.