I've learned something valuable today.
Very good things that happen to you, they have a price. Whether it be small or big, it's still there, waiting to be paid for.
No matter what. Friendship. Feelings. Love. It all exists and it all disappears. It's there... Yet It isn't. No one would know.
This in turn made me ask a question. Why? Why is it that humans participate in this endless cycle of perpetual agony? Why is it that they chase for something so unreal and elusive? Why oh why do they even try anymore?
I guess all I could say is, in the end, all good things come to a stop at some point. And you will never feel any worse.
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Darkness reprieve
Non-FictionFor some reason- and I don't know why- I don't care what I become.
