not that fake shit.

real is what you believe in, not the underground and self inflicted trauma. happiness is simplicity, contentment is existence, hate is self righteousness, and understanding is naivety. and somehow i feel betrayed by literature and bathing suits for believing in an overdeveloped lie, but now i have nothing to validate myself except for passive acceptance of death and make believe. yeah, so i guess i was wrong. when you lose your reason you lose yourself for a while but the feeling never dies away and the world never changes until you believe you're completely hopeless on your own and find someone. and everyone knows that's good hearty healthy living. all that make believe and bullshit just to make you feel alive.