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my eyes are getting bad they hurt all the time maybe from losing at my computer too much maybe from having the wrong prescription I’m inconsolable at the thought of growing old it wasn’t supposed to happen to me the whole method integrating the self begins to crumble when you begin to feel like a rat in a vast experiment a rat with pretensions of intention when you’re actually ruled by your impulses habits bursts of serotonin triggered by the internet is this me at what point did this become me I wish there was someone outside all this way I could respect but everyone’s inside it I like myself better than other people and I don’t like myself very much
