St. Louis Post-Dispatch, Missouri, January 20, 1910
existence is pointless and people can tell themselves whatever they want to keep trudging until the end but i am exhausted and i just want it to be over
if i had a decent plan it would be tonight
ooh boy i love days like today when nothing happens but then i want to die
it’s been a what even is the point of being alive kind of day :)))
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Joshua Jackson for Entertainment Weekly’s exclusive reunion - (March 28, 2018)
No one ever screams much about Nocturne and it’s a damn shame.
Are you all right?
Do you think that’s how you end up your days? Alone in some two-bob kip, nothing but a bottle for company?
Do you go in for that?
There’s no getting around it. Whether we like it or not, we are a love triangle, with me a non-sexual participant.