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Is that life is really fucking lonely?

I just feel like all I do all day long is manage myself. Try to fucking connect with people. But it’s like no matter how much energy you pour into, getting to the station on time or getting on the right train. There’s still no fucking guarantee that anybody’s gonna be there for you, to pick you up when you get there. You know what I mean?

“Well, I know that. If you think life’s a vending machine. Where you put in virtue, and you get out happiness, then you’re probably gonna be disappointed.”

I know that. Is that how I sound?

“A little.”