reality isn't even a real thing. there is no such thing as the present. we are cells made of cells made of cells made of cells that create one bigger cell that is nothing but a grain of rice in this big empty space of the universe that’s what? more cells? honestly nothing matters nothing that anyone does will actually “make a change.” one day we will all forgot who martin luther king junior is, who obama is, even beyonce. why the fuck does anything matter? the only thing we were put on this earth to do is to keep our conceded fuck of a heart beating and I don't even want to do that anymore.














