Are humans so desperate for salvation from this deprived and, saddened existence that they need to designate certain times of their life to be happy?
Do they really require signed and falsely authenticated pieces of paper to assure them that today is supposed to be a good day?
Would they rather look up towards the heavens where bliss is confirmed by only words, where as the ground reliant in its ability?
Must they believe they have something to look forward to because they want not to look back on fragments of tragedy they leave behind?
Have they no confidence in their own being, for they prance the Earth confounded by the changes they emit?
Celebration is devoid of Logic.
Also, Stephen, I'm working on your wallpaper:
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this is what you do on your birthday.
YAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY
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YAY BIRTHDAY
if people want to celebrate false achievements, let them be.
you should know though, because you refuse to, you're reinforcing your own sad and deprived life.
but yes. 'congratulations, you haven't managed to get killed yet' each year is not something worth celebrating to me.
Lol fail.
Fuck off anonymous, you fail so hard at trying to be the 'wise preacher' of shit you don't even understand.
You somehow inferred that I 'acknowledge my sad and deprived life'. Somehow, you managed to interpret societal criticism as self depreciating fact.
You somehow believe that your opinion is absolute, that you horrid perception of things is that of truth - yet you fail to see beyond your delusions and foretell stories, myths and legends about your experiences about what's only real inside your sad little head.
TL;DR :
Go fuck yourself.
Believe it or not, I'm a fucking optimist, and your shit isn't welcome here.
GTFO my internets, and stop trying to preach shit you cowardice hypocrite.
LOL FUCKING GG'ED.
who is she
WHERE IS SHE?!
GRRRRR.
RRRRGGHH.
AAAARGGHH.
RGGGHARGH.
where is he.?
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