Like oh my god jesus christ every time there is a sunset there is another, every day, just, like, perpetual sunsets and sunrises everywhere in the world at once, all at once, and gradually like a procession, like a constant funeral procession. And when I take a picture of the moon it looks like a shitty white blob. Is it just the idea of it? I rush to show my misery to the world, or I previously have, and it doesn’t help, because it cannot be faithfully recreated. So, then
EVERYONE REAL IN THE WORLD MUST LEARN TO BECOME A FANTASTIC LIAR!
And then I tell myself it will get better, because I have to tell myself it will get better, because I’m doing a sunk-cost fallacy on life, and everyone tells me it will get better or tells me I have to tell myself it gets better and even I think they know, that, like, well, it might not.