Sad and drunk in no particular order.
My friend's wife shot herself in January while he was in the house. He shot himself last week. They had a kid. What is it all for?
It ends so quickly, so often. Even when it doesn't end quickly, it is over before it started. What are we all doing with our lives? We wait to die. And then, when it happens, it is a fucking tragedy that we did not do more with the time that we had.
Frankly, I am tired of waiting to die.
He was such a nice fucking guy. Aren't they all?
It ends so quickly, so often. Even when it doesn't end quickly, it is over before it started. What are we all doing with our lives? We wait to die. And then, when it happens, it is a fucking tragedy that we did not do more with the time that we had.
Frankly, I am tired of waiting to die.
He was such a nice fucking guy. Aren't they all?
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