MayDay

I had tumblr but i deleted it because its a fucking p i s s t a k e
and in all honesty its just created problems.
I'm not one to push blame onto other things, at least i hope not, but i am not accepting the whole world on my shoulders. I actually understand that the world doesn't revolve around me, in both ways.
1. The sun doesn't shine up my arse
2. everything isn't always entirely my fault.

in all honesty if i stopped breathing right now, what would happen? sure, some people may grieve but then everyone moves on in the end, and when they die I'd be nothing but a distant far off memory, barely remembered and soon to be forgotten, just like everyone else that grieved for me.
Put that into perspective why don't you
and if that is true, then really what's the point in any of us living?
Do you believe in the so called sanctity of life? because i fucking don't.
we either live for the recreations of our past or the possibility of the future, and anyone who can truly live in the future, i applaud and idolise.