"When I am no longer acquainted with someone because of something they’ve done, I kill them in my mind.
Like Him. *shows picture* He died infront of a semi.
I feel like an imaginary serial killer…”
“Well, we’re definitely sisters…I do the same.”"
Why do we exist? How did we get here? We will never know. The monks have it best. Live for the moment. Only thing we know is fact is life and death. The rest is intrinsic theory created by a brain that named itself."