After a hard day compromising my principles, I like nothing better than to crouch in the corner of my bathroom screaming and clawing at my stupid skin. It wont come off! It wont come off! I scream. Then, I like to fend off the feelings of hopelessness by washing my car. I like my car. It's shiny. Then I hug my wife, and the pain of existence abates temporarily. But then, I remember
Oh god. Oh god. I remember
Then it's time for a bath. I like baths. They make me feel like I'm happy. I remember what it was like to be young. Or do I? Life was so different then. I was so different then. I cared about things. Do I even remember what it was like to care?

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