We live alone. We die alone. Everything else is just an illusion.
It used to keep me up at night. We all die alone. So why am I supposed to spend my life working, sweating, struggling, for an illusion? Because no amount of friends, no girls, no assignments about conjugating an absolute perfect, or determining the square root of a hypotenuse... is going to help me avoid my fate.

The Art of Getting By

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