If nothing happens after we die, what's the point of it all?
We spend our days bound by endless obligations. Yet, even with loneliness, failed relationships, and soul-draining work, people still manage to catch a glimpse of happiness. Why?
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I like laughing and having sex (which I definitely have a lot of all the time I swear)
Somehow I'm not able to believe it.
I fuck trust me