Sometimes... Shit gets real, but in a sense it's beautiful. You know that for a fact, you're shit is entirely real and that, for an instant, you aren't alone. Now why does shit make you feel less lonely? It's not shit in an essence, it's the fact that your shit is real. The modern world is full of fake people and fake friends. When these fake people push you down, you know that at the very least your shit is real. Knowing shit is real makes you realize that there is still a sense of realness in the world, even if it is just some shit. You could be alone, but at least you have shit, and in all honesty, I would rather have real shit, instead of fake friends.