At what point do you decide that since your life is already a total (albeit amazing) disaster and that you're already going to hell you might as well just say fuck it and have a good time?
Anybody?
Very often we don't do things we want to do because we're afraid we won't be able to deal with the consequences.
I can deal with the consequences, so what's stopping me from going off?
I've just realized.
I still think I'm the good guy.
I still think I have a chance.
What a fool...
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- North Haledon, New Jersey, United States
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