whatever

well, that's what life is i guess. pointless, meaningless existence, drowning in your own mediocrity, in a world full of fake people pretending they are something special. no one wants to be mediocre, so you got to fake yourself, fake your life, fake your existence until you become so fake that people consider you worth talking to. congrats, cause now you have become an embodiment of fakeness, part of this magical fake world. where everything else is kitsch. fakeness is the originality. the only originality that counts.