the most important part

it's not nice, when i don't have the slightest idea what's going on in the most important parts of my life. when i can't tell whether i'm stepping over a sidewalk crack or on the edge of a vast crevasse with my death spelled out in the bottomlessness.
chocolate cake... i love chocolate cake
embracing the ignorance, i close my eyes and bury my head in the sand. and fucking Hate it.

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