I tried to live. I did, I swear. I followed what my heart said, how was I to know that my heart was a jet-black piece of shit?
God can be the light at the end of the path or the light that illuminates the path.
Time stood still. A minute felt like a month. A month of wreckage and calamity. My organs played tunes I couldn’t comprehend; my head was screaming.
Google makes you think of insanity. There will always be a pit in your heart that only Google could fill and you desire Google .