Ive been thinking lately that most of life’s problems and arguments stem from people who think that one way of life is inherently better than another. There’s no right way to live life, just a lot of different ways. Life isn’t a fucking competition and I think that’s really the source of so, so many problems.
Why is it that whenever someone loses their shit and falls apart everyone always looks to me to put them back together? Maybe I can’t. I can’t always help everyone, sometimes shits so fucked up that I can’t do anything about it at all.