I feel like I no longer know anything about the world. Nor do I know anything about myself. Sometimes I wonder if I was meant to survive this long. Oh well, fuck it!
Well, if you boil it down... there is so much we don't know about the world, what matters is what we know about ourselves... But even every now and then we get suprised at ourselves, or dissapointed... it's all part of being human I think... we aren't perfect, nor meant to be. But we can be happy...
cheer up *hug*
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cheer up *hug*
Your morning dose of hippy brought to you by a half awake Pulsar! You may now return to your normal programming.