smoking cigarettes and beliving sitting here waiting for the time to pass
The world is a large place where all human beings are just a tiny speck on the entire globe, even smaller than a hair on your arm once you look down at the earth from space. And I am one of those tiny, insignificant hairs on your arm in which will eventually be plucked away - purposefully or accidentally. And that hair will be reborn, meaning that I will be reborn. It's a cycle of life. This is my life, and my struggle. You're reading a figment of my life, insignificant and all. It may have mentions of things that will be horrible, disgusting, but amusing. Be warned as you enter the world of me.