Jokes on you

 

Well this year got fucked up, nothing to do no one to see nothing to experience just void and the void in myself is killing me several times a day I start thinking if this should be the way but I can’t do it anymore it’s like some foul spirit takes over me each time I press the button it’s the three spirits of the dead lurking around here this place we’re all bound to die when the time comes but how do we live actually matters the most not how you die, everybody can die but how do you live is what counts every fucking single day and I’m not joking about this one you better get you’re shits up.