fuck, I would puke my guts out right then and there if not my entire intestine and also my dry bloody blackened heart. Reading this from the comfort of my bedroom, with my trivial problems, with my meaningless existence, knowing that plenty of scenes similar to this are playing out right now elsewhere in this cruel and beautiful world. It hurts emptily, like a feather with needles tickling my skin.
fuck you, destiny, this is our lives, after all, huh?