when i was 13, i would fantasize about blasting komm susser tod from my phone speakers and jumping in front of a subway and then hearing the “tumbling down, tumbling down, tumbling doooowwn…” repeat from further and further away as i lay there as a bloody pulp on the subway tracks and everyone’s screaming and staring in horror


I still think that kind of worldview would make somebody miserable
It used to, but I’ve separated it from my actual life. I try to live as my brian wants me to.
Okay… good for you