Isn't excess the natural state of man in postmodernity? NO, this feels cheap and unimportant. Find something new!
Have I done anything in my 21 years of life which would amount to some meaning?
Isn't that redundant? Who cares! Blow the whole thing up
There must be some purpose.
This isn't desperation or regret. This is knowing, and the remorse that comes with it. Innocence once lost can't ever be recovered, and that is the shame of it all.
But who misses it?! No sense mourning the lost! Let it go, find the shiny New Thing! Life's full of 'em!
I don't want to see you, not really, or anyone. I miss my dearest friends, but I don't think it's right to reach out to them.
So quit your whining, drink it up and let it fly, nothing is everything in terms of immorality! Affection is temporal!
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