my life is a lie, and so is yours.
when you think about it, the body doesn't really have a soul, the mom just helps create us using herself and our heart is still beating inside of her.
once we're out, we just aren't used to the cold hospital.
then when you get more used to the outside instead of your mom's insides, you start to learn.
the brain is an amazing device.
it can memorize stuff.
when it's theoretically not possible to do something like that.
we only die because out heart has been beating for too long, or can't handle how we treat our body.
we're literally a machine, built to do nothing but enjoy ourselves and propagate the next generation.
what's the point.
THIS AIN'T MAKIN NO SENSE LIKE WHAT TF ARE YOU DOING DNA AND HOW TF ARE YOU DOING SO