This is what happens when I try to write a serious essay about death and meaning.


Curse my father for his sense of humor when making fun of my cheesy, cliché endings... and this is what I wrote instead, just to spite him.



And now to write an actual closing sentence. Why can't I be a normal person? Because it's just too damn boring.

<3 madi

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