did you know, that if you extend your bed time to 9am for a string of nights, or days, you will experience several epiphanies, some a little less profound, like your self-worth, because really, who gives a fuck about self-worth, and do you actually want to know my thoughts on a concept i can't quite grasp, and then you bring it up a few notches with more self-inflicted mental pain in the form of why why why???, preferably with Elliot Smith or Bright Eyes in the background, and of course, you top it off with the realisation that life is a journey, a fucking long one, which you are 100// grateful for, but you also cannot take it because losing sleep in exchange for Q&As you can get off a women's magazine at the hairdresser is a swift road to suicide, jk because we shall not use the word suicide lightly, i meant to say depression, also jk ha ha ha, so one night you decide to make peace with the emotional faggot in you till the next cycle hits, in the meantime, i have memes, self-depreciating jokes and lifting to keep me going

also, i'm giving blogger a chance to make it's comeback hu hu hu