What's worse: Walking a city block and realizing that you could die and 10,000 people on that block wouldn't give a shit, or knowing that whoever dies on that block then hey, you don't really give shit.
There is a singularity to our existence. Our own presence is precious to ourselves, and that's it. Nobody else gives a shit.
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that's just the post roommate depression talking. YOU don't even believe that crap. All the more curious as to what your 'motivational giftings' are/would be.
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