over the course of a single day so much happened and yet we all managed to survive

it's over. i'm finally finished.

i'll give up everything i've strived to achieve, everything i've been fighting for.

but when you think about it—and i mean really think about it—does any of this matter? do you remember what you did when you were 16?





"Time is an illusion. Lunchtime is doubly so"
- Douglas Adams