I really just want a fucked up little animal that I can be fucked up with
I just don’t really care anymore.
It’s like, noticing yourself breathing. How much nothingness can one be doing to notice patterns of breath?
Or heartbeats for that matter. ORRR how about hearing the ticking of a clock?
I guess that’s the time when noticing too much of nothingness is just as applicable as when your doing too much of something to not bother.
what the fuck, time?
Saying i don’t care is one thing. However, actually not caring is another.