Nobody is happy. Nobody has skin made from oil paint and sunlight. Nobody fucking understands this world. Fuck, nobody probably understands the math as much as they claim. You're here one day and the next you're not. God? Religion? I've learned a lot more about the world by eating acid and swallowing pills. Tell me what your church had done for you? Tell me if you have holes in your mouth from speaking lies? Wanna know the fucking truth! Pity is just another word for pathetic. Drink beer and watch the sunrise from every rooftop. Take photographs naked. Take photographs having sex. Take photographs kissing. Stop making everything about sexuality. Wanna know the fucking truth? Nobody really gives a damn if you lost your virginity at 14 or if you were president in high school. Wanna know the fucking truth? There is no such thing as the right reason. People leave. They change like ocean currents, they leave you with bruises in your calves. And you wanna know the fucking truth? You get better. You learn to love. You find God in between the cracks of a wall when you're puking your limbs out. You wanna know the fucking truth? Go find it.
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