It was so poetic, and then...
'...I think there’s a beauty in blurring the line between reality and fantasy, allowing oneself to float within a world where what’s real and what’s imagined blend into one misty, sonic daydream. Because, like, the real world is really fucking boring.' Slutever.
I relate strongly to the first sentence at the moment.
It's probably a bad thing that I often feel sad I don't drink or take drugs.
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