We never seem to understand or grasp the fact that we are all tiny specs docs in a life that is so much bigger than what we could've ever imagined and what we do with our life truly does not matter for the most part most people on this planet as of right now I won't make any impact at all in the future unless you're somebody big for better for worse you might make impression that was facing only be remembered for what you truly do and what is your number by the people of the day none of the people tomorrow night and people yesterday if you cannot make people know who you are then you can never truly be remembered when your family says your family remembers you there like once they die your name will eventually be forgotten and throwing to the world for everybody else to figure it out and less they look on ancestry.ca because I said pretty much the only site you could use but it's not like you care even if you did find out some shit about your family like they served in war that's exciting but let me guess that wasn't you because you're just a stupid teenage girl was texting on the fucking phone 25 hours a day and it isn't even $25 on a day that's the funny part he find a way to somehow put up all day but you can't even take a tiny fucking minute to spend with your family because you're to a point in your fucking texting with this so called friend you girlfriend who just stay with you because you have money and you have power any of smokes and have drinks and you don't even understand this but you still stand there staring at me like it's my fault do you really think I would be an Eiffel to find the list of beside you satisfied you told you what not to do told you that that was horrible told you that because I was never the way out that suicide is not what you should do because I walk to you but you didn't know that did you swap the time to make jokes all the times you said to die.
I'll ask why?
What is your life truly that bad because you look into the air and you say that...
Try mine....
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RandomMe being an idiot. With friends. And by standards. (I don't know why I do what I do...)