it feels like life is overwhelmingly fake.
I had a nightmare that one of my closest friends from school didn’t want to be my friend or have anything to do with me anymore all of a sudden for no reason.
Then I had one where Bill Murray though I was following him home to rob him, though I actually just lived in the same building, so when another person began raping me in the ass with a knife he watched as if I deserved it.
I’m not sure which one was worse.
I don’t believe there is only one soulmate in life, however I believe meeting someone worth your time is rare enough that it would only happen once in a lifetime.
I feel like smashing my head into the wall until I don’t have the intelligence or strength to keep going.
The little rascals (1994)