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Saturday night I was at work. Peter and Sal were talking about random crap cause we were kind of slow at the moment. Peter must have said something to Sal about not being happy with life right now. Sal said you're really not happy? Peter said nope. Sal said how old are you? Peter said 19. Sal said...My God. By the time you're 40 you'll want to kill yourself.
I laughed. But it kind of made me think, maybe I should stop being so sad all the time.
Fuck. I was writing a paper...
I laughed. But it kind of made me think, maybe I should stop being so sad all the time.
Fuck. I was writing a paper...