There's good advice and then there's assholes.
Fuck the critics, I know what's real.
At least I think I do.
Maybe I'm just blinded by the smokescreen that is me thinking I know what's real.
Once the smoke clears, the reality couldn't be farther from what I thought was true.
Sometimes it's (not) good to be living in the dark.
The dark is comfort.
But right now I've got the lights on and nothing's wrong.
I'll be here all night.
The rain stopped, but it still feels like a storm.
Monday night. Prison Break. Not a bad idea, if you think about it. Maybe I can get some pointers on how to escape. This isn't making sense.
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