Lifes a rug pull like im floating aimlessly and then I get direction and suddenly its gone and now im on autopilot doing the same thing without the same drive as before. The value isnt going there anymore but its an expression of myself so it’s not going to me. ill hate it its me
What’s the point of baby photos? Like yeah there’s mom and dad and everyone else with some baby that looks like anyone. That could be literally anyone how do I know I wasn’t swapped out when I was 5? like when dads need to replace the bunny after backing over it in the driveway