You don’t ask people with knives in their stomachs what would make them happy; happiness is no longer the point. It’s all about survival; it’s all about whether you pull the knife out and bleed to death or keep it in.
This is the chemical formula for love:
dopamine, seratonin, oxytocin.
It can be easily manufactured in a lab, but overdosing on any of them can cause schizophrenia, extreme paranoia, and insanity.
Let that sink in.
should i make a sarcastic comment or not
what was that?
my shirt fell
it sounded a lot heavier than that...
i was in it
it’s about who you miss at 2 in the afternoon when you’re busy, not 2 in the morning when you’re lonely.
I WAS SO SCARED
I WAS REALLY FUCKING CONCERNED
Oh god. I was, actually scared.
EVERYONE WAS CONCERNED