I could write whole essays about the most pointless shit, I could spend all my money going to meet famous people I barely know of just to say hi, I could smile at strangers on the bus, i could buy one of everything in the supermarket that catches my eye and invent a world for my dinner, I could drown in the endless void of being human and alive and the rareness of it all even happening
or I could be smart, sensible, safe, plan ahead and stay afloat
why do I have to choose between life and living?
















