Give it some time, sweet one. You’ll realize soon enough that you dodged a bullet. I’m tearing myself to pieces one day at a time.
More like crapitalism
Albert Camus wrote that the only serious question is whether to kill yourself or not. Tom Robbins wrote that the only serious question is whether time has a beginning and an end. Camus clearly got up on the wrong side of the bed, and Robbins must have forgotten to set the alarm.
There is only one question. And that is:
Who knows how to make love stay?
Answer me that and I will tell you whether or not to kill yourself.
It fucking hurts.