Everything worth living for has already been lived for.
Everything worth having has already been had.
Everything worth being has already been.
Everything worth anything is, in reality, worth nothing.

That is when you have nothing to live for having already messed up what you had and being won’t return with anything and everything lost.

Just for whatever that is worth.

Still not sleeping and still going crazy. But I love this instability.

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