What a night, what a day, what a week. What a ...life. Sometimes I feel like my life is a constant tumble down a slope. Down down down. I roll and fall. Sometimes there's shitloads of rocks. Sometimes there isn't.
Maybe that's the big secret. You keep falling all the time and sometimes you're not in pain and that's good. And that's it.
I started a new painting. I finished a shawl. I kissed a boy. I watched some anime. Life goes on. And one day it all ends and all the knowledge in my brain just ceases to exist. All my feelings and memories dissappear and nothing that I've done and nothing that has been done to me matters anymore.
I like that thought.
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