TheMirrorsTruth

And sometimes, I try to convince myself things that happened didn't really happen.

For example: I try to tell myself my cousin really didn't die, that she just moved away, far away. Telling myself you know those two never really happened saves me a lot of that emotional bull, too.

And other times, it wont work. That's when I lay in bed at night and wallow in my own pity. That is also when I like to think beef jerky makes the world a better place, because if I set my mind to it, I will actually believe it.

I don't often talk about myself and my psyche, but rambling makes me feel better; however, I know you're the one who needs the cheering, bro. You're currently going through a tough situation, that much I am aware of, but you being sad makes me sad.

So, talk. It makes everyone feel better. I'm always here to listen, bro.

tl;dr < eat some dang jerky

shoot, son, I don't sound particularly sane.

Don't worry, bro.

We're all mad here.

That makes me very hungry.

I think beef jerky makes the world a happy place.